i broke my arm
Or rather the jackass van driver who crashed into me sending me spinning into the path of a tractor and eventually crashing into a lamp post, broke my arm.
Left arm. 2 bones. Surgery to fit 2 metal plates to hold said bones together. A whole world of pain. Lots of liquid morphine. No feeling to my thumb and part of my hand. 3 weeks into term.
You know what sucks? Having to force a digestive biscuit into your nauseas body at 2 in the morning because you need food to take your pain medication with. The medication making you nauseas yet keeping your pain dulled.
You know what you can’t do with a broken arm that needs to remain elevated? Your hair. Put your socks on. Wash properly.
You know the weirdest bit? The feeling of excruciating pain, yet knowing you are lucky to have it. Lucky the lamp post stopped you rolling off the edge of the drop down a hill. Lucky you have people who will put your hair up, put your socks on, and help wash you.
Still, stupid bloody van drivers.
