Fat arm...little bone...

I've never broken a bone before in my life. On Saturday, though, I got tripped over while I was taking a lovely nap on a blanket in the park (it's a long story...). The person landed smack on my left elbow. I guess the fault should be borne solely by me, seeing as I was the dunce who decided to take a snooze in the sun...that's what I get for initially thinking I was out of the way of human traffic (not to be confused with human trafficking...which is pretty bad).

After the incident, I decided to get out of the way of where people were walking. I stood up, but the pain that followed was so bad I wanted to upchuck. The rest of the weekend became an obstacle course of small feats for me: putting my sleeve in a shirt without bumping my elbow wrong, trying to drive without yanking my left arm too fast, carrying a laundry basket very gingerly as to not upset the fragile, possibly-broken limb of mine.

When the swelling hadn't gone down by Tuesday morning (and at the urging from friends...and especially family members...), I decided to have it checked out by a professional.



Two hours later, and after having a doctor AND a radiologist check out this x-ray just to be sure, the verdict was...I was fine. Not even a hairline fracture! I got sent home with an ace wrap and a few sympathetic pats from the doctor at the Instacare. The bruise that has since emerged is quite the array of colors, ranging from purple to green to yellow.

BUT...the non-bone-breaking streak is still on! I am incredibly grateful that I won't be spending a good portion of the summer wrapped up in a fiberglass cast. As you can see, I have strong bones. Or lots of chubby cushioning to protect them.