I’ve had Enough Fun Now

So last week I told you about my bone bruise. Guess what happened this week?

I kinda fell over and landed on my wrist.

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And managed to break it in three places.

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May I stop having fun now?

well that’s been fun

Exactly a month ago today I fell down the stairs. Four stairs. Four. Unremarkable really, except it HURT LIKE BUGFUCK. FOR A LONG TIME. By the time I had xrays on the 22nd, there was so much blood in my bones that they couldn’t tell if I broke anything or not. Long story. Short version: stupid waiting.

Anyway, I had a MRI done last week and finally saw the ortho today. I broke my leg and had an “extensive” bone bruise that basically made the bone blood filled and swollen.

Someone please let me off the ride already. On the upside: at least it’s a month behind me. On the downside: more weeks of crutch hobbling. Another leg check next week, and maybe then I’ll be cleared for PT.

Someone remind me why I always have exciting things happen to me?

I miss you guys!