Last Tuesday, October 6th, I broke my right collar bone. As in most cases where I hurt myself, I was playing softball. In short, I was running the bases, the shortstop tried to beat me to second base and he ended up tripping me. I literally went head over heels and landed on my right shoulder.
My favorite part of telling that story is saying that I heard the moment my clavicle broke. It sounded just like when you stretch and crack your back. Seeing people shudder at that gives me a small evil amount of pleasure.
A few things I’ve learned so far from having my right arm and shoulder immobilized:
- There is more than one way to do something. I’ve had to relearn how to get dressed, brush my teeth, feed myself, and turn on my car.
- People ask about what happened with a mixture of pity and morbid curiosity. They feel bad when they find out something is broken because surely it hurts, but they always ask how it happened. Always.
- Pain makes me grumpy. That’s rather self-explanatory.
- I do not like being babied. There is so much I could say about this but thinking about it makes me angry. People truly do not pay attention to what I actually want right now. They assume I can’t do something anymore or they think I’m in constant pain all the time.