I'm typing this with just my left hand, as my right arm is in a sling until I can get in to see a Orthopedist.
Yesterday, I set off for appointments with my therapist, eye doctor and the board doctor that sees same day appointments at the Adult Medicine Clinic I go to see my regular doctor. So I expected to be gone most of the day, sitting in waiting rooms. Nice ones with comfortable chairs and TV's set to the soap operas.
I had to rush out of the house to catch the bus and forgot to crab my cane. Wither it was a factor in my tripping in the curb as I crossed the street to the Mental Health center can be argued as normally I need it for balance and help walking for longer distances without pain.
Now I tend to trip every once and awhile due to my Fibromyalgia, as it can cause me to shuffle one foot occasionally and lose my balance. Sometimes with rather spectacular falls and a bruise here and there. This time thought, my right arm didn't give away and I felt it seem to jamb just below my elbow. Hurt like the ******* and I couldn't move it without pain, though there was no sign of any bones needing setting.
I went on to see my therapist, cancel my eye appointment and then went down to find were Jonwin was parked to take me to Johns Hopkins, n hope that I could be seen early by the doctor and have my arm checked out, as well as see about getting a referral for a GI appointment to follow up my IBS attack from hell last month.
By then my right arm was colder then my left and moving it was very painful. They sent me down to the ER and we sat for hours, while they dealt with critical care patients. My x-rays were interrupted, for a trauma case and they had to do several in the critical care room 2 on a make sift table were my arm was placed on the plates. Then it was hours more of sitting before the doctor called me in to have my arm put in a splint. By then Jonwin was muttering about having to sit in the waiting room so long.
It was after Ten when we got home, so I just went to bed and learn how hard it is to sleep, when your arm is killing you. Thank goodness for sleeping pills. T four, though I was awaken by the pain shooting down my fingers and had to send Jonwin to get e some Tylenol to take with my Ultram.
I now am on Tylenol #3 and drifting between dozing and arm hurting. Hopefully this will be my last trip to the ER for some time.