lesson learned: no casts at the beach
It is now time to admit that having a cast and going to the beach may not have been the best idea. Or, at least it would have been a good sober idea, if only it had stayed that way. Yes, mom and dad if you ever read this I got a little too close to the water that day... but it worked out in the end.
My good friends wanted to do a beach day. Typical college experience right! Hell yea let's all go swimming and hang out. Wait... damn it, the cast. "Sorry guys, maybe I shouldn't go, I can't even do anything there" "No, no! Come on, you have to come with us for the college mems!" (this quickly became the theme of the day: capturing fun, goofy, and yes intoxicated college memories) So, naturally, I hopped in the car and decided to embrace what I could even though I was physically limited. I was determined to get my mind off the injury, the hurt, and missing softball more than ever... I was going to have fun.
And fun, we had. See, I love the beach. I'm not one to go and layout on the sand for hours without going into the water at least once. Naturally, this thought process came up. "I'm only going to touch the water with my feet," i told my boyfriend, Cal. (more on him later hehe) "If you get that cast wet, I'm not going with you to fix it" and "Ew, its gonna get all mushy and gross" were just a few of the wise things he said in return... but happy and perhaps a bit tipsy jazzy (and for the first time in a long time pain-free) got too close. SPLASH... yup my cast got soaked.
At first, I laughed it off and thought it really isn't that bad. Then, the mushy gauze of the cast started to get smaller and smaller. Soon I was able to move my wrist around away from the supinated position. Uh oh...I need to go get this fixed... but it feels better like this? Cal was right, the inside of my cast got so gross. It honestly felt like I had moss or seaweed attaching itself to my skin, ewwwwwww.
We got in the car and started the journey back home. I called my parents and rightfully so they were very worried and upset about me getting my cast wet. My mom somehow got a hold of an orthopedic surgeon at the Redlands Community Hospital who agreed to refit me for a cast. So, round two ER trip! I don't know how moms do it but when they want something done at a hospital it gets done. This was the easiest ER trip I have ever experienced. I checked in and within an hour I was getting x-rayed (cuz I fell) and refitted. Yes, it was painful but I had Cal and my mom supporting me from afar.
The crazy part is the orthopedic surgeon who gave me the new cast told me that the position the previous doctor had me in was incorrect. He told me that my wrist should never have been in a fully supinated split. When he finished putting my new cast together, my wrist stopped throbbing. I was amazed. The tingles and aches in my elbow and hand didn't ever stop but my wrist now felt supported by a white cloud.
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