Technology is my Friend

DISCLAIMER: THERE MAY BE TMI - BE FOREWARNED. I was going to do a blow by blow daily account of what I was experiencing but it seems trivial. While my emotions ran high and I truly believe I had some emotional breakthroughs - in psychobabble parlance - it is mundane to share those feelings as they evolved. Besides, the devil is in the details. It nonetheless remains necessary to relate the dirt otherwise what is the sense of Two Broken Arms, eh? Ok. Got home Sunday night and immediately felt like I was in a strait jacket with arms strapped to my body - the 4 week plan. Any movement caused excruciating pain so I loaded up on dope and dealt with the sleeping plan. I am a prone 'stomach sleeper' so immediately faced the prospect of 4 weeks on my back. I also can ONLY sit on the toilet and wiping is up to Craig. Eeeew. He positioned me, got my neck in place, pillow under my knees with little pads at my sides to eliminate moving. This position holds true today. Slept OK on drugs and woke up next day...waiting, waiting, waiting for Craig to wake up and 'toilet' me. We're past that now but I still awaken with the sweet plea ... 'are we going to have coffee?' The champ is keeping up with the French Press though he inwardly prays I'll somehow revert to a coffee pot. Don't let that fool ya' though...he would step in for George Clooney anytime on the Nespresso campaign. So...first day I am actually kind of perky, not hungry, planning how I'm going to exercise, and keeping my phone close. Craig heads out to get some supplies leaving me pajama bottomless and hoping I don't have to pee (I do). There is one thing I could do then and now...is hold my phone in my hands, put it on speaker, and get busy. Though texting is my preferred method (have since sent 10,000) I call anyone and everyone to keep busy. TV blows...can't read because book is too heavy in my hands and my precious laptop is inacessible. Mousepad requires reaching and I'm strapped in. Straitjacket. AAAAAAGGHHHH! So the first couple of days are novelty and the excitement of the week is looking forward to my first orthopedist appointment on Friday. We are supposed to go to San Diego on Sunday and I naively continue to plan on the trip though any preparation is beyond my capacity at this point. I have finished my shopping and as usual prior to a trip have the guest room set up with some clothes and items we routinely take though we are minimalist travelers. I have even arranged for a friend to walk me, take me to physical therapy, reorganized social plans etc. Friday finally arrives and as the last patient of the day, have to wait in a very kind but quiet office. Ultimately the Dr. shows up and it doesn't look good. He's tall, good looking, wears velvet pants, looks like a dandy and graduated from UCSD. Remember...I worked there! His interpretation of the x-rays showed another view we hadn't seen (we were given copies on ER discharge) that revealed a tuberosity possibly indicating surgery. Oh, FYI. No casts on these fractures....you just 'hang' for weeks until the bones align and fuse. But the bone fragment sticking out (therefore the subject of my pain all week)might indicate a torn rotator cuff as well as a need for a pin placed surgically. A CT scan was ordered for Monday, I asked for travel approval, and sent on my way. And I mean...receiving this news, absorbing further reality, and oh yes, please get out of the office because it's 4:30 and the office is closed. Then and now, it absolutely amazes me the things people ask you to do KNOWING you have two broken arms, are strapped in, and what part of I CAN NOT MOVE MY ARMS DON'T YOU GET IT do they not understand!!! Craig and I immediately went to the airport to change our flight plans to the next Thursday and off we went. The waiting game starts again. Thank god for my phone, as I immediately called, cried, texted all my peeps. Reality is setting in.