So between xmas and new year me and my new bf was going to Voss to ski and snowboard. The first day there we slept half the day (little sleep during the night before), then went for a little ski trip that went more or less good except my skis getting snow stuck under it x).
The next day, 28th December, we were gonna snowboard at Bavallen, and that's something i've never done before, so i went to the smallest hill where all the nubies were practicing. I fell shitloads of times, and didn't get a hang of turning or slowing down.
Then one time i figured just sliding down i kinda could do, but sadly i eventually had to stop, so then the fun ended in a fall backwards where i felt my left hand got injured in the fall. My bf came to my rescue, taking off my snowboard, and i crawled to the side, laying in his arms, feeling nauseous and dizzy.
After laying like that for some minutes, i figured i needed to go to the toilet, so he led the way into the ski-cabin not far away. I was still quite dizzy, so while walking it was as though i was in a dense snowstorm. I could not see much except white, although there was no snowstorm, and i kept my eyes wide open so i shouldn't faint.
When i entered the cabin i figured i should lay down before i fainted, so i laid down on the floor in the cafeteria for a couple of minutes. When standing up again i had a more normal vision with colors. We went downstairs to where the toilets were. They were occupied, so i went forth and back between the toilet and my bf, handing him clothes.
Since i not yet had explained my weird behavior and just kinda given out orders and acted strange, i showed him my arm where a huge lump had emerged on my wrist and said "ouch". Then i went to the toilet.
I was still dizzy and nauseous, but i didn't faint. I came back out and sat/laid down on the floor, being thirsty. My bf went to get water and came back with a lady who came to check on me. I was not in too good shape, not knowing what to do with myself. She made my bf get a plastic bag with snow in so we could try to reduce the swelling, and she called the ski patrol since they were used to injuries so they could have a look at me and figure out what to do. The lady also had a little girl who was cute and tried to comfort me.
When the ski patrol came we headed upstairs again to the office where it was a bit less crowded. They figured my wrist didn't look too good and that it might be fractured, so they called the hospital to say i needed a check-up. They also made me a plate to hold my wrist steady. My bf turned in the snowboards we had rented and got my shoes, and i drank some water and talked a bit with the little girl.
The ski patrol called a cab, and we went downstairs to wait for it. The cab driver asked us where we were heading. We guessed the emergency room at the hospital, but we got unsure when the cab driver said it wasn't open yet. We went there anyway, but also the lady at the desk got confused that we came there outside the opening hours. We went to sit while she checked where we were supposed to go, and then a sweet nurse called us in. She got me an ice bag, a sling to rest my arm in, and a blanket to keep me warm after removing my sweater.
The doctor who checked me thought i had broken and dislocated my wrist, and he sent me to x-rays. The x-rays showed that this indeed was the case, i had broken my wrist in 3 places! The doctor went to ask what was the best to do about this. This took a looong while because other emergency patients had gotten in that required more immediate help than i did.
Eventually some nurses came to drag my wrist into better position. They injected painkiller-fluid into my wrist. This was quite unpleasant because the fluid went into my hand and not where it was supposed to go, so i yelled out "it's full it's full, it's exploding!!" because it felt that way. In addition to making strange noises like an animal because i was nervous. And they had to inject even more because it didn't go the right place the first time. Luckily this time it went the right place.
Three nurses came to drag me into the right position while taking x-rays of my wrist. One dragged my fingers/hand, one held my arm/body back, and one tried to position my wrist correctly while taking x-rays. When they were satisfied they took a plaster cast on me and sent me to x-ray again.
The pictures showed improvement, but they wanted me to do a surgery because my wrist was still out of position, although less after they dragged it, and to make it function better once healed. I said i would prefer the surgery to be in Bergen then and not in Voss because that's closer to where i live. They would check the possibility for that and give me a call.
When sleeping it was a bit hard to find a good position for my casted arm, but i managed to get some sleep. The next day my thumb was still numb, something i had thought was from the fluid they did in my hand, but it seemed not since the painkiller was no longer functioning, and the cast felt quite tight. We tried to loosen it up a bit to get more blood to the thumb, and i called the hospital to hear what to do and they said to stop by there later.
So after walking a bit around we sat and waited in the hospital and waited and waited. Eventually i got bored of waiting and my thumb was less numb, so i told the secretary that i wanted to leave. That made me get quicker in to the doctor, who i told my thumb had been numb, but was better now. She told me they preferred i had the cast on that i had now, because my wrist had been dragged in the position, and that it wouldn't stay on for so long because of the surgery, but i should go back to the emergency if the cast bothered me again.
Then we could leave, so we took the next train to Bergen. I had birthday this day and had invited people to a birthday potluck, and a broken wrist wouldn't stop me from throwing the party =p At 23 after most of the guests had left the surgeon called. We talked for more than 30 minutes on the phone, although it felt like more than an hour haha. He told me they would cut 8 cm on my arm and screw in a plate to stabilize the broken bones. So i asked a shitloads of questions and had comments like "damn 8 cm is a lot!!!" and "will the plate make my wrist stronger if i fall the same way again?". We also discussed which day was the best to do the surgery. The next day there was a small possibility of doing a surgery, while the 31st the chance was bigger. But i kinda didn't want to spend new years eve in the hospital, so we figured the 1st of January was a better date. He also offered to renew my cast the next day if i wanted because i complained it was hard and painful. A very kind surgeon! =D usually me being with the opinion "i rather die than have surgery", i was quite calm and not super worried.
Trying to sleep that night was horrible. I was in my own, unpleasant bed, the cast was hard and painful and i just couldn't find a position to sleep in. It was very frustrating. In total that night i might have slept 1 hour. So the next day i was tired, grumpy and depressed, and tired of the cast and the broken wrist.
My parents took me to buy a new bed. The old bed that i had when i was a kid wasn't practical anymore. It was way too small if i wanted sleepover guests, and it was impractical in regards to storing stuff under it, and the mattress needed to be changed. And my newer, bigger bed my roomies were using. So we got a bigger bed that was better for my needs. My parents did a super job installing the new bed and cleaning in the house. Sadly i was in that bad mood, so i watched a movie and tried cooking and sleeping a bit. It's really great having so kind parents who helps me out so much even though i am grumpy!! <3 <3 I hope they weren't feeling too bad because of my mood, because i wasn't good at doing appreciation, i was just too grumpy.
The next night i got to sleep a few more hours at least! I woke up by the hospital calling, asking me to come in for a CT-scan, so i went there with my dad. They checked different things first, like blood pressure and stuff. Then after waiting for very long a doctor came and looked at my x-rays and telling me about the surgery.
It seems i had broken my thumb before, many years ago. I should maybe have gone to the emergency room then too, but too late for that now. Now i know at least that you can't hear or feel if anything is broken, and it's smartest to have it checked to be sure.
But anyways, the doctor moved my thumb a bit too much, asking if it hurt, something it did, and i got dizzy, nauseous and depressed. He also told me details about the surgery that i hadn't thought about, that they must hold the muscles and stuff to the side, which sounded kinda gross and freaked me out.
Then i took a CT-scan of my wrist and we could drive home. I was sad that my thumb was hurting more and upset at the doctor for moving my thumb too much so that i had more pain now. I also wasn't that eager for surgery anymore after that encounter with that evil doctor, especially not if i would meet him again! I preferred the one i had talked on the phone with, because he seemed nice.
It was new year eve, and again i was holding a potluck party xD A couple of guests came which was nice. We watched harry potter, discussed flat earth, played carcassonne, and watched the fireworks. And ate food of course. After midnight i got kinda tired and just wanted to sleep. But i waited until the guests left. The next morning we headed to the hospital. They took some tests and stuff, then they told me there would be no surgery today so i could go back home. That was fine with me because then i could eat the leftovers from the potluck the evening before =p
Tuesday 2nd January i had to show up at the hospital again. First it was waiting waiting waiting. Then i had to change clothes, eat some pills, and then they put me in a bed and sent me down to surgery. On the way to the surgery room i got more and more nervous. When i laid in the room i even started crying. The people around me tried to calm me down and said everything would be alright. They did some intravenous stuff in my right arm that made me feel more and more sleepy or dizzy, so it didn't take long before i was asleep.
When i woke up i wanted to sleep more, so i told "i wanna sleep more, i wanna sleep more!" but they rolled me out of the room, put me in a regular bed and rolled me to the observatory room, and hang my left arm up next to me and plugged me to machines. I figured i might as well stay awake, so i looked around and was a bit bored xD my left arm was completely numb. I couldn't move my fingers, i couldn't feel them. I got some water, and just laid there for an hour, chatting with whoever wanted to chat with me (not so many). It kinda was the coolest part when the blood pressure machine went on each 15 minutes, then it happened some action x)
After an hour they unplugged me and rolled me over to another room. When they unhooked my arm it just fell on me, so that was kinda strange! I couldn't feel it, or control it. A doctor said i should enjoy it because then there was no pain. But it was so strange to not be able to feel or move my arm! I staid in this even more boring room for 30 minutes before someone took me to my own room where i had entertainment like my cell phone!
So up in my regular room i was hungry, and luckily i had brought a bag of cookies =p it took some struggles to open it and get the cookies out with one arm completely out of function and the other hand having tubes in it so my movement was impaired. But i managed to get satisfied on cookies. A bit trickier thing was to get my thirst quenched. There was a spring like 2 meters away. Sadly that was 2 meters too far, and i didn't want to call a nurse to get me 2 dl water every 5 minutes. They probably had more important stuff to do, so i waited to they arrived by themselves x)
Eventually the numbness in my arm subsided, and the pain started to emerge! It felt as though my arm would explode. So a nurse injected some liquid painkiller into the tube on my right arm, and after that the pain reduced.
In the evening my bf came to visit, and my parents. They all brought me goodies on my request (i had that junk food table next to me hahaha, cookies, cola, chocosoymilk, chips, bulgurhummus, gingerbread, blueberries). It was nice having company. Me and my bf also went for a trip around in the hospital, and when i returned to the bed i was kinda tired x) i also drank shitloads now when i had people to gather water for me =p
I had first shared a room with an older lady, but we both got transferred to a 4-woman room instead, getting 2 more roomies. That was kinda nice actually to not be alone =p Eventually the visit-time ended for my visitors, and they left me. I tried to sleep a bit, but it was a bit hard with my arm hanging up on my side. After the other people went to sleep (those who could), i figured i would watch the Lucifer series on netflix on my laptop since i couldn't fall asleep. I had fun for a couple of hours, then i got tired and gave sleeping another shot. I slept for about an hour then i woke up again and i had pain when i moved my fingers. Also my thumb was soaring. I got a nurse to come and give me painkiller, and she tried to cut the cast a bit more so my thumb would be more free. Then i slept for some hours more. The poor older lady didn't get any sleep that night.
The next morning i got kidnapped to take x-rays (they just rolled the bed with me in it xD). They wanted to take many pictures so after like 15 minutes i got too dizzy and didn't want to do more without a break, but luckily they were done then, and i got rolled back to my room. I was almost out of snacks so i got hospital food, which actually wasn't too bad =p Bread with jam and fruit and veggies, so not the most exciting food, but it was nice.
Later the physiotherapist came and cut me loose from the cast and wanted me to move my hand a lot. All this moving made me feel a bit dizzy and so, so she said she would come back in the afternoon. It was at least very nice to be free from the cast, being able to move my arm the way i wanted it and not have it hanging up next to me.
Later a doctor came and told me the x-rays looked nice and that i could leave the hospital today. I was still waiting for the physiotherapist, but it was nice that everything looked fine. The nurses also seemed they wanted me to leave because i was healthy except for my hand, and all they did was feeding me painkillers, and that i could do myself at home. So when the physiotherapist came, she got the nurses to remove the tubes in my right hand, and replace the bandage on my left hand so i could move better. She showed me some movements i could do for practicing my hand, then i was basically free to leave. I packed my stuff and changed clothes, and waited for a nurse to come so i could leave, but it took like 20 minutes before she came. Apparently there was a meeting going on. Then i was free and left to home, having my sweet bf drive me =D
I bought some painkillers (paracet and ibux) that i was told to munch 4 times a day the first couple of days so i did that before reducing the amount to whenever i feel like it. The movement is better for each day, although i'm not that good at practicing the exercises i was told to do. Also it might be a bit more pain now, maybe due to using less painkillers or because i have done some movements i shouldn't have done. I hope everything is ok in there at least! I will do a new x-ray 6 weeks after the surgery to see if it has healed properly, which i feel is too long until x) And i'm not allowed to lift anything heavy or support myself on my hand for those 6 weeks either, so i'm 1,5 handed at the moment, but seems i can function pretty well except for opening jars and some other stuff where 2 hands are needed x)
So yeah, that was the story of me breaking my wrist xD
