well this is all new territory-- I tripped on an uneven bit of sidewalk yesterday afternoon and came down like a sack of coals with my right hand under me "somehow"...a certain amount of grazes and laceration and bruising and HURT.
Was walking at the time with Daughter Unit and Grandbaby-of-my-Heart...the walk came to an abrupt end.
After restorative tea and visiting, I made shift to drive home where I dug out the old arthritis thumb/wrist brace.
It helped ... but early evening I departed from my lifelong I'M FINE, I'M FINE policy and went to the closest hospital. --as the HURT factor was getting just stupid. Then, TRIAGE and all that that entails. Eventually, X-rays, reassurance that "nothing's broken--ice, rest, and Tylenol"...came home again and so to bed.
Drove to work this morning w//o undue awkwardness.
During the day the medicoes had another look at the films. OOPS, they said. Kindly get yourself back here.
So I am in plaster, or rather in fibreglass, for a fractured thumb. Dratted cast goes nearly up to my elbow. Six weeks.
Did I mention I don't take frustration well? But I must admit I like the "protected" sensation....
I had a phone call from a nurse at the hospital to see whether I would need HOME CARE.....What am I, OLD? well....I guess.