As I headed home, I started to get nervous. I was one block away from home, and it was a straight shot downhill. I hesitated- but I didn't want to ruin my socks...yes...THAT was my logic. So I headed down, quickly picking up more and more speed. I was going too fast, and I knew I was going to crash. I was on the street, so I picked a lawn to shoot for. As soon as I hit the curb I went air born. I hit on all fours (both elbows, both knees), and my head and face. Five cars drove by, and I was scared. Luckily, a neighbor kid walked past and was able to go get help. A neighbor rushed to my aid, getting my skates off, and walking me home.
Jerm took me to the ER, tossing my roller-blades in the trash on our way out. X-rays revealed a severely broken arm. My ulna snapped and jammed back into my elbow, shattering it. That night I was splinted, and an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon was made.
I had surgery on April 11th. To say I was thankful that my mom was able to come down and help is an understatement. I was in a cast for two weeks, and started physical therapy the day the cast came off. I meet with my PT twice a week, and have a very long way to go in my recovery.
The night I fell.
I'm no doctor, but that bone might be broken.
The morning after my surgery.
Two weeks post-surgery.
Slightly bruised and swollen. :)
My super cool cast.
5 weeks post-surgery.
Ahhhhh...
all my bones back where they are supposed to be,
and on the road to recovery. Now if I could just bend it!!!! :)
