The 'Why?'

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Monday, June 8, 2015

When I Break Something

I break it good. 

This was in 2012, at not a very particular good time in my life.  John had been fighting cancer for two years and we thought it was clear.  Then he started getting headaches.  He went in to surgery with them telling him it was benign, but after the neurosurgeon got in there, he knew it was malignant.  He never woke up from that surgery and spent a month in ICU before he passed.  It was a really, really sad time.  We won't dwell anymore on that.
I was up there, in Oklahoma City, OK, for this duration.  About two weeks in, I was staying at an extended stay hotel.  I wasn't really getting much sleep due to what was going on.  But on one morning, August 31st, 2012, I had finally found some sleep early in the morning and was going to sleep a bit.  That is, until the most rude upstairs neighbors started tromping.
A little I can deal with, but it was going non-stop for over an hour.  Not just walking tromps, but like they were deliberately stomping as hard as they could.  I admit it, I got angry.  Decided right then and there I was gonna hit the ceiling with something.  I grabbed anything I could find, a coat hanger from the closet and was going to stand on the bed and hit the roof.  I thought, if they could hear me, then they would know I could hear them and maybe they'd cool it some. 
Yes, this is where my stupid comes in.  The underside of the top comforter was slick, so when I went to stand it slid and off I went.  I'm right handed, so I caught myself on my left hand, thank goodness.  Knew right away it was broke.  Here is the damage I done:  shattered distal radius, ripped the tendon and chipped off the distal ulnar.  It was a 3 1/2 hour surgery which included plates and screws, which will be in there permanently, and then sporting one of these nifty devices for 6 weeks.

Pretty, huh?   So next time...   call the front desk.  :)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

my poor pammy...I can't even look at that picture without getting sick and my legs turns to jelly