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Less borked but still

I promised a picture of my really skinny arm, didn't I?


Pretty, huh?

I got out of the cast and the wires were pulled out on Wednesday. And let's just say that having things that look like tent pegs made out of coat hangers pulled out of your arm is just as lovely as it sounds. I kept my eyes shut! The dressings are hiding the holes.

I'm still wearing a splint most of the time, but taking it off to acclimatise because I'm supposed to stop wearing it this week. There's definitely physio in my future - I can barely move the wrist after 7.5 weeks in plaster. But I can do some really exciting things already, like tie my shoelaces, and this morning I even managed to cut my own fingernails! 

My left-handed writing has improved to the point where I can make spelling mistakes - initially it needed so much concentration that every word was spelt perfectly! But it's still a little wobbly and inconsistent. Lots better than it was though. Definitely legible. I might even keep using it - the extra concentration seems to help with thinking ideas through. We'll see.

The cast is gone, but there's a way to go yet. I'm still pleased to have it back!



So, about 3.5 weeks ago, this happened.

I have experienced a few unwanted firsts today. #ilikered #broken

I broke my arm. I was at Taekwondo practising chop (or axe) kicks, which are a high forward kick where you come down onto your target from above. I'm pretty flexible, so I can get pretty high, but I tried for one that was higher than I could comfortably do and my standing leg left the ground at full extension. Sadly, it came forwards, I went backwards, and landed with my arm underneath me.

Completely my own stupidity, and even then a really flukey bit of bad luck.

So I currently have a 'closed distal radius fracture' of my right arm - my radius bone is snapped clean through at the wrist end but nothing broke the skin (the thought of that makes me want to puke).

Now, the NHS is a wonderful thing, and I'm grateful for the free treatment, but due to a distinct lack of beds it took 2.5 weeks to get me an operation to wire it straight (I'll gloss over the attempt to manually straighten it without giving me any pain relief - I didn't scream, faint or vomit but I don't want to do it again). That's 2.5 extra weeks in a cast, just to go back to square 1 - in fact, they almost had to plate it instead because it had been so long. Still, a straight arm is probably for the best.

All this means that I've been down to one arm for a while now, and will be for a while yet. Oh, and I'm right-handed. Very right-handed. This means no knitting, sewing, sax playing, cycling, running (I've tripped a couple of times recently - not risking that thanks!), taekwondo... I can't even drink a cup of coffee whilst scrolling my twitter feed. I'm learning a staggering number of workarounds - how to put on socks, how to get toothpaste on my toothbrush, how to tear off toilet paper, all sorts of exciting stuff - but some things are just really hard. Like I am not going to be grating cheese for the foreseeable future (if this were permanent I'd be buying a new grater). Shoelaces - just, really? And thank goodness I don't really need to wear bras!

All this learning is deeply exhausting, frankly. Interesting as it all is. Still, not like I can choose to stop the experiment. The pain is manageable, I'm mostly sleeping ok, and Clarkie is doing an amazing job of looking after me. Could have been plenty worse.

Look forward to a picture of just how skinny my already-thin arm is post-cast!

Broken but unbowed