Oh my, how I’ve missed you! Some of my mommy friends and I went roller skating last weekend and I ended the night in an arm sling and plenty of pain. I’m a bit better now, seeing as how I can use both my hands again. But for a while there, I wasn’t sure how long I’d be a lefty-one-arm-lady…and still with 3 youngins in tow.
I got on here tonight to say thank the Lord for good friends, a nearby hospital and well, good medicine. I’m mad we didn’t get to shut the rink down after skating till our feet ached. But since my speed skating accident happened around 10pm, we got a pretty good fill of yummy pizza and fun conversation before transfering the party over to the ER. Prior to that, there was even a little Rooock, skate! Rooooll, bounce going on! All in all, no regrets folks, no regrets. I play bits and pieces of the accident back from time to time. I recall…
The teen referee blowing the whistle as we all took off. Three of the other mommies were out there too. I was going so fast into that first curve, when I made the turn without falling it surprised even me. I was on the straightway, but perhaps that speedy turn, was the reason I began to lose my balance. In track terms I was on the last leg of a 4 X 200 m. Now, picture me slipping and sliding like Scooby Doo—with sound effects to match. The whole fall seemed to take a full 60 seconds. I remember the exact moment when I lost my battle with gravity. It was a packed house and the whole skating crowd save the 7 or 8 of us racing, went…Ooooo! when I finally hit the floor. Somehow I got up with nothing hurting but my pride and skated off to complete what then seemed like a cruel two laps of racing (the little kids only had to do one lap). It was around that time that I realized my right arm wasn’t swinging properly. I touched it and to my dismay, the elbow had been dislocated.
I kept skating round the rink as I thought incredulously, I’m going to have to go to the hospital. I’ll literally pee in my clothes when they put this thing back in place. Oh Lord…. So I pushed on the bone while I contemplated that and popped it back in place myself. Whew! What a relief. That was close. I decided I’d tell my 5 friends what just happened since they were a little worried about the fall. I wish then that I had known how the pain would quickly escalate; rivaling that of labor. And truth be told the only way I lived through it was to remind myself: You’ve now had three babies and you know having them hurt worse that this. And remember you had the last one naturally. You’ll be a’ight. It wasn’t like 6 years ago when I broke my foot while playing basketball with my little brother. When the pain from that set in, I cried like a newborn. And the next day, I found out the foot was broken. But as all the men at work soon pointed out, at least I’d won the game.
This time around it was mostly thanks to my friends that I survived at all. They iced me down and took off my skates, and helped me to the bathroom when I was about to pass out. “You’re just going into shock,” one said calmly. In my mind’s eye I recall saying to myself, she is really crazy. How do you tell someone, they’re ‘just going into shock?” It was funny as heck to me. So I decided not to go into shock. She made me laugh while I pulled it together with only socks between my feet and the cool tiled floor in a strange and possibly unsanitary restoom. Whatever those women did, they did it all and so very fast! In a jiff we were blowing that joint (i.e., leaving the place) and I was walking out on my own two legs.
The lawyer in our group retorted that she could have represented me if I hadn’t signed the liability waiver. “Yeah, if only”, I joked. She was also the only stick- shift driver and didn’t mind telling me how I was “SOL” about taking Eric’s car along, since she too drove a stick that night. “Dang,” I said as they gently buckled me into her car. One of them had thought to get me some ice water on the way out and it came along for the ride to the hospital. I tell you they were all just amazing. Our noble leader led the way (see that’s why she’s the prez) and the rest followed in a three-car-caravan. I can always count on our gregarious and silly, second-in-command to crack jokes and even the newest to our bunch kept me in good spirits while I waited (like forever) to be seen by the doctor.
Each of them stayed at the ER and continued some fab mommy time I’m told, whilst one of my oldest friends went back into the treatment area with me. She handled my purse, answered lots of questions, called my hubby, and unfortunately held the sicky cup, when the narcotics they gave me wrecked havoc on my defenseless tummy. She and I had been holding hands most of the night while she learned to skate again (and did an awesome job might I add!) so this time she had my hand and my back while the evil radiologist shouted out orders for me to bend and twist the nearly broken joint —while I screamed in pain, “I can’t do it, woman! I tell you, I can’t do it!” My good friend filled all the other ladies in on my status and kept me going until the doctor signed my walking papers. I was then handed over to my friend who lives closest. She drove me to our side of town and even stopped to fill my perscription. She included ice packs for the next day and placed me squarely in the hands of my husband. She did this at 1:30am, with an early and busy Sunday schedule of her own, looming. My God, this woman is sweet and I don’t believe there are any facts that escape her. She seems to know all. I don’t know what things I told her on our 30 minute ride home, but it couldn’t have been too good. See I was hallucinating due to the meds and she kept calling the name of Jesus everytime I told her what I saw. She has vowed never to repeat any of it. Still I must know…
So fastfoward three days after the ER doctor calls my house and says, “On second thought, Ms. Brooks, it may be broken.” And two days after driving back to the hospital to get my Xrays so I could promptly see the orthopedic surgeon who says, “Probably not broken but time will tell.” In the meantime try this really delicious and effective new medicine (yay – happy tummy). At any rate, she let me out of the sling so I can learn to use my arm again, as it heals. And kudos to her office for being so kid friendly since I had to take my three children with me during the appointment. Thanks to my handicap the children are learning that they can do more things on their own than they ever dreamed.
So I am completely thankful not to be a one-arm-‘oman on account of Mamas just wanna have fun, too. Oh, and to my friends: Many more special thanks for those tasty meals that I told you not to bring but you brought anyway or planned to bring, because I was wearing the sling and looked like the rest of the Brooks would pretty much starve. I love you. Can’t wait until our next outing!