my fractured soul

I guess that title was a little bit dramatic. I don’t actually have a fractured soul. Instead I have something that hurts far worse (I think). I think I have a fractured elbow. Think because I am too lame to go to the doctor to have it x-rayed.

How did this happen to my typically beautiful elbow (apart when I have tennis elbow and it fills with fluid)?

When I was visiting the Austrian Alps last month I fell and hit it, not once, but twice.

You might be conjuring up some vision of a horrific ski accident where I went bailing down the slopes onto my elbow. How I wish this were true because it would be much more romantic then the reality.

So, then what is the truth?

I fell down the stairs. I don’t know how to walk. I am the world’s biggest klutz. It’s like when you create a Sim and you are given x points to allocate to each personality/physical trait. I think that my creator gave me 1 point for motor skills. And to add insult to my injury, I actually fell two times on the staircase in the same place, landing cleverly on my elbow in the same spot both times. Idiot.

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my creation

The next question is what can you really do for a fractured elbow? I’m pretty sure nothing which is why I haven’t bothered getting an x-ray to prove my stupidity. But now it is getting to the point that I can’t deal with it. I can’t rest it on anything. I sleep with my arm on a pillow. When I wear a coat and bend my arm it sends a shooting sharp pain down my arm. Hmmm…