On this very day, October 4th, 2007, I fell of my front porch while hanging Halloween decorations and broke my left arm. Because I did not have health insurance, I lived with a broken arm for 2 years.
This is the week that I have decided that I should be ready to get all caught up on my personal ( re: adoption) stuff, so here I am! This whole recovery from surgery thing took a bit more out of me than I expected. Is it any surprise that it makes me feel lame? To be completely truthful, it was not as bad as I had expected, but that…
Alas, it seems I am worthy of medical care. Armed with the shiny plastic insurance card, I am treated like someone worth fixing and so… My surgery to fix my broken arm has been set for August 18th. I’m trying to remain calm and matter of fact about it, but I can tell you that I am not looking forward to it one bit. The surgeon, while very nice, made…
You try living with a broken arm for 21 months and then no one will give you a referral and the insurance gods want you to pay even though you are covered but god forbid they actually help you!
I’m American and I indeed, think it is very important for the US government to do something about this mess the health care industry is in and that I have to suffer for.
So this past Saturday evening, the phone rings and Rye gets it. It’s his mother who goes to tell him that she didn’t want me to feel so alone, so on the way to Walmart to grab coffee, she trips over her feet and falls, and yes: Breaks her humerus bone in her arm. We had friends over. Actually, it was a deju vu in a bad way kind of…
The post the other day about my broken humerus was a preamble of sorts. I wanted to talk about my arm, but you need to know the situation first. *** It’s almost Mother’s Day, I am PMSing, it’s raining, I just turned 40, and my arm is still busted. Oh, and it really bothered me to figure out that the quantity of time that I have spent with my own…
I bet you take for granted that small luxury, but I have been resigned to tepid sponge baths and lukewarm shallow tubs for the last three months after the Great Arm Break. I manage to take care of business, but it is exhausting, slow going, and I never quite feel so fresh. But last night, Rye and I took off the bulky fiberglass cast. Prompted by our very dwindling financial…
One Broken Left Humerus yeah, so that actually IS my arm..but after they squised it back together. In official terms they call that “post reduction”..i call it hurting like a mofo! Before they pushed the broken part back together, the bones were at angles from each other. more like this..though this is not my arm.. No Medical Insurance, Sub Par Care We went to the real ortho today. Same guy,…
Halloween Complications So we all know how much I dig Halloween, right? A old Goth chick’s dream come true…dress up decorate…yummmy! So one of the things that i have had on my to do list has been to get out my HW decor and get it up. I have a reputation in this neighborhood after all..and people have been asking. I wanted to get started on Sunday/ Mon past as…