Yeah I broke my damn wrist. And now I’m in stuck a cast that goes halfway up my arm for the next six weeks.
Here’s the twist.. I broke my wrist two months ago, and I just got the cast put on on Tuesday. TWO MONTHS, and I’ve been walking around with a broken wrist the whole time. Because of this, I feel either like a complete badass or a complete dumbass, alternating dependent on my mood when I’m thinking about it.
“So hey dumbass, how did you manage to miss the fact that your wrist is broken for two flippin months?” …one might say.
Funny that you should ask, one. Let me tell you all about it.
I went snowboarding for the first time in my life in the end of January, earlier this year. Not only was it my first time snowboarding, but it was my first time on any slopes at all in probably 15 years. But, I figured I could skateboard (kinda), so it’d just come naturally, right?
First night out on a 4 day long trip to Snowshoe WVA, and it’s broken. It was never excruciatingly painful, but it was still bad. I knew I had done some damage, but I had never experienced what a broken bone was before (Yes, a veritable fracture virgin) and all I ever knew was “Oh you’ll know if it’s broken. You’ll know.” And I didn’t know it was broken, so that meant it wasn’t broken right?
I took care of it on the trip and kept boarding for the rest of the weekend, though I had bought some wrist guards. Fell on it multiple times but it was okay. I really just thought it was a light sprain at worst.
I get home and it starts getting incrementally better, so I figure it’s some pain but it’s alright. Fast forward two months, pain hasn’t gone away yet. Hm, that’s not right. I go in to the doctor and get some x-rays and sure enough, it’s been broken the whole time. A non-displaced fracture, so at least I did not have to have any bones re-set. I went then to see an orthopedist, and he gave me two options:
1 – Undergo a surgical procedure to have a screw drilled into my bones that had disconnected, and then come back once a week for about 6 weeks to have them tighten the screw to bring the bones back closer together.
OR
2 – Get a cast for 5-6 weeks.
I’m pretty sure I made the right choice here. But let me tell you.. I am now on day.. 6? I think? But it feels like day 600. I can’t stand this. Typing sucks, I can’t play guitar, running is miserable. I’m planning to run a half marathon in early May and if I do it I’m gonna have to do it with this damn cast on. The thought of 13.1 long, sweaty miles in a big cast is truly the stuff of nightmares.
So to conclude, I must warn that in the coming weeks you probably won’t see me blogging at quite such a pace as I have been. I can still mostly type, and I can still mostly cook, so you’ll definitely be hearing about it. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t going to great lengths to do both. Nevertheless, I’m resolving not to let this stop me from doing the things I love to do.
