I’m walking along, minding my own business, and the next thing I know: FOOSH!
Fall onto an outstretched hand (FOOSH) is a common mechanism for distal radial injuries. Like Colles fractures. That require surgery. And prevent weaving.
I’m not new to FOOSHing, but this is my first (documented) broken bone. I might have busted a rib FOOSHing about ten years back. Apparently using public transport increases your risk. I FOOSHed on the way to the train a few years ago. I guess I didn’t do it right then, because the x-ray was negative. This time was on the way home from the train. The x-ray was quite positive even after closed reduction. So, an open reduction next Friday.
Noting that the law of threes has been satisfied and the outcome demonstrates my level of accomplishment, I’m hopeful no further FOOSHing will be required of me.
If you are not related, I’ll say I’m surprised the pain is nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be and the drugs are good. Mostly it is a pain in the ass, like having to have your food cut up for you, for example. Luckily, I have the best partner in the world.
If you are a relative, I am in total agony. The doctors all agree it is The. Worst. Fracture. Ever.
If you need to do something, I’m sure dark chocolate and expensive red wine would ease my suffering. Yellow flowers would be comforting. And a twenty-four shaft dobby would really lift my spirits.