Over the last decade or so, I’ve been taking turns spraining my ankles and wrists. Just a few months ago, I sprained my right wrist by twisting it in a bizarre position while trying to get a toll ticket on the highway (I can’t even). And last night, I added a new tale to the never ending dumb injuries. I was coming home from dance class, and first I pulled my car right onto a sheet of ice (it was the wrong parking spot and I couldn’t see in the dark), I tried desperately to get it out but couldn’t get it to budge at all, so I left it parked diagonally, then as I walked up to my house, I slipped and fell hard on my bottom (thank goodness it wasn’t my head) and braced myself with my right wrist (enter injury), all thanks to black ice, which I obviously couldn’t see in the dark.
So, first I started crying hysterically from pain and hoping someone would help me, as if anyone was just hanging around on the residential streets at 11pm. Then, when I realized that was useless, I called my mom and dad (a few times because they never seem to pick up the phone the first time around) and asked my dad to come help me. I literally couldn’t get up by myself. I had cut on my wrist which was now filled with tiny pieces of black ice and within minutes, the palm started swelling and turning blue. I washed my wrist, put a bandaid on it and iced it overnight. As I was falling asleep, I could slowly start to feel the other parts of my body that had been hurt from the impact (my bottoms, one hip, one knee, one elbow). Great.
I took an Advil to help with the inflammation and pain, although it did nothing for the latter. When I woke up in the morning, I debated if I should bother with urgent care, the swelling had substantially subsided and the blueness had also gone away, but there was a tingling sensation and severe pain in one very centralized location. After wasting a couple of hours fighting myself, I did the adult thing, and went. Two closed urgent cares later (both of which claimed to have Saturday hours), third stop was a charm. Much like the ER, these also require a lot of sitting around and waiting to be called. I lost half my day doing just that.
Finally, when the doctor saw me, who by the way was very nice, he did some x-rays to ensure none of the “tiny bones” in the wrist/palm area were broken (they weren’t), told me to stay off of it (i.e., no typing), gave me a brace, called in a prescription and sent my merry self away. Glad to know it was basically a bad sprain and with time would go away, I went off to the pharmacy to pick up my medicine. Enter another 30+ minute wait. By now, I was starving, annoyed and just plain ole cranky.
And now I’m home, and other than taking the meds, not following any of the doctor recommended things. Not because I’m a rebel, but because I’m an adult with way too much to do that I can’t just sit around and nurse a wrist.
Hope all your weekends have started off better than mine!
Happy Weekend! Don’t forget to turn the clock FORWARD for tomorrow.
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