Well I broke my first bone. Playing soccer. What a surprise.
It was a pretty big clash, almost a conservation of momentum. Neither of us fell over. All the energy went into my left collar-bone. With a nice sickening crunch. Gooone! Strangely enough it didn’t hurt, not until about 15 mins later, then it hurt.
Thank you to Ryan’s dad, a paramedic who was on hand, for getting my arm in a sling before the ambulance got there. That’s when the real fun began; narcotics.
My paramedic was a big dude called Igor, who gave me the whistle; Penthrox. A bit like breathing in mild acetone. That started having an effect after a couple of minutes. In the ambulance he upped the concentration of that, and gave me two doses of a synthetic opiate; pethadine I think.
That worked wonders, like being drunk without feeling sick or hungover. Nice.
We had a bit of a wait in the emergency ward, then an xray or two. I got a nice greenstick fracture. Not as bad as I had thought. It felt like it was snapped in two.
The doc said ‘you’re done’, didn’t even touch me. Apparently the collar-bone is a good bone to break. And being 24, my body started healing once it broke. I will still need 6+ weeks and much time in a sling to heal. I can’t believe my body can just pull itself together.
Washing is a pain. Undressing is hard, dressing is friggin murder. Sleeping is very difficult.
To make matters worse, my parents just went OS for two weeks. I was meant to house-sit and look after my younger siblings/pets. Guess its a role reversal now.
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