Pop!...

Everything was going along as usual when all of a sudden Thursday morning at 4:30 I rolled over in bed and heard a loud pop! I sat straight up in bed in a cold sweat, yelling out to John, "Oh my God, I think I just broke my arm!" It took us a few minutes to get our wits together and we were headed out the door to the Emergency Room...again. Naturally I had the Fentanyl patch on, plus just took some Morphine, then they gave me Dilaudid, and I still winced in pain at the thought of moving my arm. They had to obviously take some x-rays, and I was scared to death at the thought, but we somehow managed to get through it. After a couple hours we got the x-ray back and sure enough there was a hairline fracture. However, because there's so much going on in my humerus, it was really hard to read and the ER doctor still wanted to get an orthopedic surgeon's opinion as to whether or not I needed surgery to put it back together. They discharged me knowing that I had to be back for radiation within a couple hours. I still wasn't sure at this point if I would actually be having treatment or not. I arrived back at my scheduled time and Dr. Pu was apparently seeking more advice as to how to proceed with my situation, and ultimately (after an hour of waiting), decided to give me the day off. I got a phone call in the afternoon saying that after speaking with some specialist, they decided to continue with my radiation treatment the following day since I only had one left for my arm. I still have three more treatments scheduled for my hip. Anyway, after sleeping upright in the recliner all night long, I somehow got through the night. The ER doctor had suggested staying on top of the pain meds and said that I should take it every 2 hours, so that added to the lack of sleep since I was constantly being woken up by my alarm. Fun stuff :) The radiation treatment wasn't too difficult, they only had to maneuver my arm a little bit in order to line up the markers. When I got home I emailed Dr. Rohatgi because it dawned on me that I didn't know what the plan was from here on out. Were they going to do surgery after all? Are they going to cast it? Or am I just going to walk around with a broken arm in a sling until it heals? Well, apparently he had already left for the day because I didn't hear back and now it's the weekend. So as long as nobody comes within ten feet of my arm and I have plenty of Morphine, I'll be hanging out waiting to hear back on Monday. Yippee!

Peace to you all ~ Love, Genie

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