So, What Had Happened Was...

I broke my arm. 

No, seriously, my right arm, right above the elbow, the humerus bone (haha). It was less than funny. It hurt like a bitch. I remember being on the floor in the dark, kicking and screaming for my sleeping husband. What felt like a million years later, he tried to help me up.

"DON'T TOUCH, DON'T TOUCH ME!" Seriously, the kind of pain that makes you lose your mind and forget for a little bit what was happening next. We went to Urgent Care at 5 AM, where I got x-rays and a splint, then somehow some Orthopedic Surgeon was available RIGHT NOW and we had to go. It was not a small break, as my sister-in-law so eloquently put it. She should know. That girl has broken the most bones of anyone I know.

My arm had to remain immobile, completely, for weeks. How the hell does that work when your husband has a job to go to, and you have a two-year-old to watch? Well, thankfully, Husband is a computer programmer, so he could mostly work from home. We had to have the in-law's watch our child for 2 weeks. 2 WEEKS! Because you can tell a toddler Mommy has an owie, but he has no idea how to not touch the owie.

Those were some hard 2 weeks. Not just because I could see how stressed my husband was, but also because being without your child, while nice in small doses, was depressing. I missed him. He missed me. My arm still needed to be mostly immobile, but with a cast and a sling, I agreed my son needed to be home with me.

Currently, I have a brace, which is removable. I'm still supposed to manage my arm situation, but it seems a little less terrifying. I mean, when I first saw the surgeon, he was talking possible surgery (shocking, I know, coming from a surgeon and whatnot). But I have a severe allergy to hospitals and needles and anything that makes it to where I have to put up with lime jello.

My entire point with this post is to blame my non-posting ways to a broken arm. Yeah. That's why.