This is what Dr. Cornett said to me yesterday as he was beginning our consultation. On Friday, December 19th, I was walking across my bedroom, minding my own business. I tripped on my zorie & went flying towards my dresser. I tried to stop my fall by bracing my arm against the dresser, sliding across it far enough to knock the mirror to the floor (it was not attached, and did not break). As I lay on the floor moaning & groaning, I decided I was just bruised, crawled along to find a place where I could get myself in an upright position, brushed myself off & went on about my business.
Yesterday was the eleventh day, and my arm was still swollen & hurt when I turned it 'a certain way'. Those that know me very well, know I NEVER GO SEE A DOCTOR unless it is absolutely necessary. So, since I have never had a flu shot, and am heading towards seventy, I decided to kill two birds with the same stone. The good Doctor quizzes me & decides I need an ex-ray. As I exit the ex-ray room, he is smiling & shaking his head...'well Fran, you are tougher than me........your arm is broken.' 'It is??' Then he shows me the ex-rays & says he will put a temporary cast on & as an emergency medical center, he needs to refer me to an Orthopedic Surgeon. I do have a couple of those already, so that's the next step...unless this cast does the job :) As he was preparing my exit papers, he asked if I wanted him to prescribe any pain medication. Before I could say 'no', he shook his head smiling & said 'probably not'......'I'm sure you come from strong German descendants' Boy, he hit that nail on the head!
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