The Summer of Death

The length of this post is conditional on how patient I am with one handed typing. Since co-ed and women's soccer overlap this year, I decided to just play co-ed. However, my women's team really needed me and I felt guilted into playing our last two games. I decided to miss co-ed last week since it was the last night my parents were here. This week I figured I would do both, since it was the championship game for women's. I also felt it might cheer me up and get my mind off things.

We were getting killed and I wasn't playing great. I had opportunities, but wasn't scoring. I was double teamed and frustrated. We were down three goals, and I felt anxious to help my team and get something in. I feel like I was trying to do too much. Anyway, it had started to sprinkle and the grass was slightly wet. I had a breakaway and went to shoot at full speed. My plant foot slipped while shooting, and I put my had out behind me to catch myself. Bad idea. I heard the snap and felt some serious pain. Never felt pain like that before. After my last soccer post, Mark and I had a big conversation about injuries and how I have never broken anything. I told him I couldn't imagine what that must feel like. Well now I know, and in case you were wondering---it isn't good!

I think the fact I heard it and saw the obvious deformity made things much worse. I was basically hysterical and just rolled around in pain. My sweet friends tried all they could to help, one took my shinguard off to brace my arm. I decided to have someone drive me the 45 minutes to the hospital closer to my house. It was a long painful drive, but I wanted the ortho I used to work for to fix it.

I have a radius fx and possibly a cracked ulna. It was a clean break so no surgery. I was drugged during the hospital conversation, and Mark didn't pay enough attention. I have few details. Worst timing ever with my parents gone and Mark leaving for a Scout camp. The pain has been intense. I finally caved and took pain pills last night. I slept well, only to puke this morning. Taking care of Paige has been impossible, and Mark's mom has had her since Monday night. I miss her, but am so grateful to have the help. I think once the pain calms down, I have enough finger movement in the cast to function and figure things out. So far it hurts too much to rotate my arm, grip, or move my fingers. I will be in a cast 6 weeks.....or essentially all summer, boo! I do feel a bit better today so I am hopeful I will be self sufficient soon. I am anxious to have  my hair washed, and may find myself at a salon for a wash and style. Paige and I will look homeless for awhile.

The angle doesn't show how deformed this was, but it still looks messed up!

Next day swelling. The ref had me take my rings off for the first time all season. Glad he did!

Paige saying goodbye. Dad said she was telling him to "get out, go to the car." She was a sad baby and hysterical anytime he got close to the MTC doors.

Best family ever!

 

 

That post took way too long, and I am feeling like I may wish I was closer to the bathroom here soon, so I am signing off for now. Hoping today is a better day and I figure out the one armed mommy thing. How have millions of little kids broken their arms and been fine right after they are casted? I must be a wimp! Before all the fun, Paige asked to go see my parents. I told her we couldn't and reminded her they were on their mission. She said, "Oh no, they are on their mission!" and started to cry. I have been in contact with them and they are doing great and having some awesome experiences. They really are off to a good start!