4 broken bones here:
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one of the bones in my right forearm when I was 6. I don’t recall what it felt like, just that it hurt, and the orthopedist had absolutely NO bedside manner. Walked up to me, grabbed my arm, and without a word YANKED it to set the bone. And it wasn’t right, so he did it again. Asshole. I hadn’t been crying up until that point.
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Right elbow when I was about 31. I was walking along and tripped while stepping up over a curb. Went splat on both my forearms and my front teeth (one tooth was slightly nicked, that was all… a co-worker who had injured herself in a nearly identical manner a few weeks earlier actually killed the root on her tooth and had to have a root canal and veneer). It hurt, but I picked myself up and went back home. It began to hurt more over the next hour or so, so I had my husband take me to the ER. Diagnosis: radial head fracture. Treatment: a few days in a splint then just a sling. Sudden movements or “wrong” movements proved to be ill-advised indeed.
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Left elbow, in a slightly more spectacular tumble (I rolled my ankle walking down some stairs at a hotel in Arizona, and somersaulted down the rest of the stairs). Once the shock of the fall was over, lotsa stuff hurt. We got back to the hotel room, and I got to thinking the elbow was pretty messed up so I sent my husband to a drugstore to get a sling. It got to hurting even WORSE - unpleasantly reminiscent of that previous experience - so I took a cab to the nearest ER (he had to stay at the hotel with the kids).
They X-rayed it, said it wasn’t broken, did a quick neuro check to make sure I didn’t have a concussion (we didn’t think I’d hit my head but couldn’t rule it out) and sent me on my way with a scrip for Vicodin that I hadn’t asked for (evidently being a fat middle-aged woman didn’t trigger their drug-seeker radar, that along with the fact that I waited around for an hour or more before being seen, without complaining about the AAAAGOOOOOONEEEEEEE).
So 2 weeks later, back home, and the arm felt every bit as bad as the previous occasion (these were 15 years apart) so I went to an ortho near home, who redid the X-ray and said “yep, broken radial neck, but the treatment is what you’ve been doing”. Given where I found bruises after the fall, I’m damn lucky the radial neck was the only neck I broke that night.
- Broken foot (4th metatarsal). I had a disagreement with a flight of stairs over the number of steps remaining. I lost. Splat on the floor at the bottom of the stairs I go up and down every day of my life. Foot kinda hurt. I was a bit suspicious of the pain, so I managed to struggle upstairs with help and put on some sweatpants (in case they needed to go over a cast later), struggled downstairs, had my husband find one of my canes (yeah, I injure myself a lot), and hung out on the couch until the workday began and I could call the orthopedist and make an appointment - I figured there was no need to go to the ER. Upshot: I got put in a removable boot (phew - much easier than a cast).
So the general pattern is:
At impact: Ow, ow, ow! Huh. That’s a bit painful. Better take it easy, maybe some ice or ibuprofen.
An hour later: This is starting to hurt. I hope that ibuprofen kicks in.
An hour after that: Mr Fr. this REALLY hurts. Crap, I accidentally bumped it. Shitshitshitshit.
And you’re hovering at that last stage for at least a few days even once it’s in a cast or whatever. Then it gets to that stage only if you do something wrong to it.
I would think that a more severe break would skip the first and possibly the second stage above. My son broke his upper arm at preschool, and he definitely skipped the first. His was a displaced fracture that was very, very queasy-making to look at. Apparently his first reaction was to go to his teacher and say his arm hurt, and he asked her to kiss it better. She was a bit surprised, but did so, then decided to slip his sweater off to take a look - at which point she went :eek: and had the other teacher call 911. Poor kiddo: that was the day he learned that kissing a booboo doesn’t always fix it :(.
Interestingly in my case, with all the broken bones, I’ve only ever had a full cast once, when I broke my arm. With the foot they didn’t even insist on crutches, though I requested a pair as getting myself into the doctor’s office had been pretty gruelling. I remember the cast being pretty hard to deal with - itchy, smelly, had to keep it dry (no fiberglass casts back then).