is a date I will not soon forget. That’s the date I fell downtown while walking on my lunch hour. I first wrote about it here.
At the time of my fall I was transported to a hospital emergency room where they did various x-rays of my arm, leg and foot.
My most significant injury is a fracture of my right upper arm (humerus). The medical lingo on my x-ray report says “a comminuted fracture of the humeral diaphysis with approximately 3/4 diameter medial displacement of the distal fracture fragment.” It’s not what one would call a clean break. It was extremely painful.
My foot was very painful as well and I was surprised that they told me it was not broken. The x-ray showed no fracture though so they wrapped it in an ace bandage and gave me the diagnosis of sprain.
Of course this little tumble has significantly impacted my life and lifestyle. I am eager to heal and get this behind me, but I know I must have patience. I’m also learning so much through this experience. I don’t want those lessons to be lost when I am physically healed. So I am feeling the need to write about this event. I thought this goal might be a good way to do that and to work through the healing process.