Continuing in my quest for ever greater injury stories, I happened to fall off my second story balcony this weekend and hit the ground hard. I’ll give more details later, maybe a few days … typing with a broken collar-bone is painful.
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Poor you!
Your are obviously possessed by a very odd demon of some sort, probably acquired at Enchanted Rock.
I’m glad it’s your collarbone that broke and not your skull.
Damn near anything with a broken clavicle is hard.
Oh, dear, one of the most painful breaks. Still, as Ibis3 said, it could have been worse.
How on earth did you manage to do that?
The reason I jumped? My place was being robbed, the only escape route was out the back and over the railing. What would have been totally cool is if I had managed to land unscathed and walk away. But all in all I wasn’t hurt that bad. Used to skydive a lot, landing square and rolling probably saved me serioius damage.
I have no idea how they treated your broken collar bone, but hopefully the Dr.s did a good job of placing it back in position for mending. If not you will have pain in later years.
You just need more practice, is all.
I hope you enjoy sleeping on your back trying not to move for two months more than I did (I normally sleep on my side). I broke my right clavicle when my scooters rear wheel hit oil on a hard right turn and reoriented me 90 degrees in a fraction of a second. It took more than three years before I stopped feeling twinges from the fracture. Hopefully you’ll fare better.
P.S., Did it take you a 15+ minutes before you realized you had fractured your clavicle? I was telling the bystanders I didn’t need an ambulance right up until the adrenalin wore off and my body told me in no uncertain terms I had broken it at which point I wanted drugs but not for recreation :-)
How terrible! I hope the robbers didn’t wipe you out.
The broken clavicle must hurt a lot. I was a baby when mine was broken (during birth), so at least I don’t remember it.
I’d probably be crying, and begging for lots of Vicodin.
I’m a baby about pain that way.