Humerus, Not So Funny
Two years ago today I broke my arm. To be more specific, my right proximal humeral neck.
A week later I had surgery and a surgical plate was installed. Ignoring my doctor’s recommendation to take at least a week off, I went to work two days later. I had deadline and I don’t miss deadlines. Luckily, I was ambidextrous when I was kid, so mousing with my left hand wasn’t too difficult.
A little over a year later I had surgery again because I couldn’t lift my arm above my head and I was in pain. While the doctors were in there they stuck a camera in to see what was going on (unfortunately, I don’t have a copy of the images). My cartilage was badly damaged and my biceps muscle was partially detached. They fixed all of it and removed the surgical plate. Good as new. This time I took a week off from work to recover (sadly, the last vacation I had).
After two years and a lot of agony, medication, physical therapy, frustration, and money; my arm is back to normal. I’m going to hug my arm all night.
2 Comments
Janelle said 663 days ago:
I don’t want to be uncool and ask, but, are you for real?
Scott said 663 days ago:
Wha… huh? My story is all true, for real. The bit about hugging my arm all night isn’t. It’s difficult to hug an arm with an arm.
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