Accident Anniversary
Dec. 30th, 2013 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fenchurchIt actually occurred to me this morning that today was an anniversary. Eight years ago today was one of the worst days and best days of my life. Worst, because of the injuries, some of which still have lingering aftereffects to this day, and best because we both survived it without being hurt worse than we were. Yep, it's the anniversary of the day we were in our car accident. If you've never heard the story, you can see the post I made just after midnight that night here: http://fenchurche.livejournal.com/79765.html It was a bit after we were released from the hospital and got to a hotel... I'm always amazed at how coherent I was considering how much pain I was in and the fact that I was drugged to the gills (when you break your shoulder in multiple places, they give you the good stuff). Plus, I could type with a grand total of two fingers on my left hand (pretty much the only bits of me that weren't hurting). Oh, and "Sheriff Guy" never ceases to amuse me, because obviously I'd forgotten the word "Deputy" (although it probably didn't help that he'd introduced himself by his first name).
Also somewhat amused by the "six weeks" thing for my shoulder healing. What they actually told me was "six to twelve weeks." That was the first time I'd ever broken a bone so I had no idea what to expect. When the six week mark hit and I was not anywhere close to being healed, I got just a wee bit depressed. My doctor then informed me "Yeah, when they told you six to twelve weeks? They meant twelve." Mostly because there's absolutely no way to immobilize the acromion process and that sucker moves when you *breathe*.
If you want to read some of the followup posts about it, just click on the "accident" tag at the bottom, although you'll have to scroll down a bit to read them in order.
Crossposted from my Livejournal.
Also somewhat amused by the "six weeks" thing for my shoulder healing. What they actually told me was "six to twelve weeks." That was the first time I'd ever broken a bone so I had no idea what to expect. When the six week mark hit and I was not anywhere close to being healed, I got just a wee bit depressed. My doctor then informed me "Yeah, when they told you six to twelve weeks? They meant twelve." Mostly because there's absolutely no way to immobilize the acromion process and that sucker moves when you *breathe*.
If you want to read some of the followup posts about it, just click on the "accident" tag at the bottom, although you'll have to scroll down a bit to read them in order.
Crossposted from my Livejournal.
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Date: 2013-12-31 08:45 am (UTC)Here's to continued healing.
Best Friend had a bad leg injury this Autumn and I'm a little worried about her recovery because of her age and comments from her physician.
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Date: 2013-12-31 05:35 pm (UTC)