Difficult Days

After breaking my arm on 2/15 I had surgery to set the bones and secure them with rods on Wednesday 2/22. It has now been four days since having this latest procedure done and the pain has been, at times, unbearable.

I have not been able to use my hand or any portion of my arm. I have managed to identify a couple of propped positions where my limb is comfortable for short periods of time. Nothing is comfy for more than a couple minutes. I am indulging in pain medicine far too often for my own peace of mind. I've tried alternating with acetaminophen or ibuprofen and the far more potent oxycodone prescription pain reliever without success. The non-prescription meds don't phase the pain in the slightest. It is a catch 22 with not wanting to rely on these meds yet needing them to get through the day or night.

It is my prayer that these hardships will quickly become faded memories and my arm will regain strength and purpose without the pain.

Always a Smile

Daisies have a way of bringing a smile to my face no matter how difficult the situation. My injured arm aches but my heart smiles from the love and concern sent in the lovely petals of favored flowers.

Not Been A Good Day

This has not been a good day. As I went out the door and started on the steps to take TJei to school, my foot went out from under me on the very first step. The combination of shoes with poor traction and a pretty good coating of ice were both working against me.

I landed at the edge of the top step and bounced down another step or two before rolling off the stairs onto the ground below at the side of the steps. My bottom has some massive deep purple bruising but I am so grateful that I didn't break or seriously injure either of my hips.

When I rolled off the steps, I landed with my left arm under my body. I knew when my arm hit the ground it was broken, I could feel it and hear it as the bones broke. I was stunned for a few seconds, I couldn't move or even think. The pain was excruciating.

TJei had seen me fall and she was standing nearby calling out to me in a frightened, panicked voice. I sent her to get her mom and when they returned, I assured her grandpa would be here soon to take care of grandma and she needed to go on to school. Jodie called Mike and she helped me get to my feet.

After Mike arrived, we went to the hospital so I cpi;d be checked out. Oh what a painful ride that was!

On the bottom, outside of my arm is a small pucture wound where the bone pierced through and the bloody area on the inside of my arm is the same thing, where the bone puctured the skin. It hurts like the dickens!