Okay, so, yesterday was a bit of a mess. I was biking home from work, feeling pretty good about the sunny weather, and then BAM! I’m on the ground, tangled up with my bike, and some car is speeding off. I don’t even remember much, it happened so fast. Luckily, some people saw what happened and helped me out.
The Ride to the Hospital
- First thing, someone called an ambulance. I was kinda dazed, so I don’t remember who it was, but I’m super grateful.
- My head was spinning, and my arm felt…wrong. I just lay there on the sidewalk, trying not to move too much.
- The ambulance arrived in what felt like forever, but probably wasn’t that long. The paramedics were really nice, asking me questions I could barely answer.
- They strapped me onto a stretcher and carefully loaded me into the ambulance. The siren was so loud!
Hospital Chaos
The hospital was a blur of activity. Nurses, doctors, machines beeping…it was overwhelming.
- They wheeled me into a room and started checking my vitals – blood pressure, heart rate, all that stuff.
- A doctor came in and examined me, poking and prodding. My arm was definitely the worst part. It hurt like crazy.
- They sent me for X-rays. The X-ray tech was really patient, helping me position my arm even though it was throbbing.
Waiting and Worrying
After the X-rays, it was a lot of waiting. I was in a small room, trying to stay calm.
- My phone was thankfully still working so I was able to contact some of my close ones and let them know what happened.
- I was mostly just lying there, staring at the ceiling, wondering how bad the damage was. Was it broken? Would I need surgery?
- A nurse came in every now and then to check on me and give me some pain medication, which helped a little.
The Diagnosis (Finally!)
Eventually, the doctor came back with the X-ray results.
- Good news: no surgery! Bad news: a pretty nasty fracture in my forearm.
- They explained everything to me, showing me the X-rays and pointing out the break. It looked worse than I thought.
- They put my arm in a cast. It felt heavy and awkward, but at least it meant things were on the mend.
Heading Home
After getting the cast and some instructions on how to take care of it, I was finally able to go home.
- They sent me home, and now I’m stuck on the couch, one-handed and bored out of my mind.
It’s gonna be a long recovery, but I’m just thankful it wasn’t worse. I’m really, really lucky. Wear your helmets, folks! And watch out for crazy drivers!
