X-ray Goodness & Fractured Humour
The radiologists in the public hospitals are currently on strike. I take this personally as they clearly wish me to spend the next three weeks in plaster of paris, getting stinkier by the minute. Luckily Hubby came to the rescue & suggested I ring my GP & get a referral to a private imaging clinic so I can BYO X-Rays. This eventuated, and my GP didn't make me come in to get the referral! ("We know your arm is broken, we saw it last week" said Jodie at Reception.) The clinic faxed it off for me.
So ay 9am I was at Symbion Imaging at the Epworth's private consulting building. They're very efficient & friendly & competent, so they go to the top of my radiographer's list. Ask if Gabrielle is on. As this was my 4th set of humeral x-rays, I have a fair basis for comparison. At 9.20 I departed with the films under my arm.
The break is only about 0.5cm apart and nearly straight. (Dr Hans of Ballarat Base Hospital, you are a legend). Gabrielle got a great shot of my arm viewed from the rear - from that angle the bone isn't as straight, and it's clear there's a small split in the lower section of bone. Urk!
As today was the office Christmas lunch, I naturally took my pics along for show 'n' tell - and to elicit more fulsome sympathy. One of my golden girls cheered me up by observing that her 10yo son had a similar break, and even after a year of physio, it's not as strong as his left arm. Several people recommended surgery. I think it's the ick factor rather than medical know-how speaking...although the most vociferous for surgery is a gent who has broken both an arm and a leg in the past, so maybe experience counts for something?
One lady said it must be interesting to know what some of your insides look like... well, in the past year I've had 3 MRIs, 4 sets of arm X-rays and a gynae ultrasound... I guess it's all getting a bit over-familiar!
Tomorrow the Fracture Clinic is at 10.30, though last week I wasn't seen until 12.15. If, as I devoutly hope & implore, I get the fibreglass splint, there may be some buggerising around that will keep me through the afternoon. Choir rehearsal at 6.30pm.
Our choir is doing its 9 lessons & Carols Service (aka 'no sermom, few prayers') on Sunday at 7pm. We're actually not bad for a weeny little amateur choir, so if you feel like a little low-key spirituality in a gorgeous little Arts & Crafts style church, come along.
Hubby just walked in with a nice thriller DVD for us to watch.... 'Fracture'. I think he's taking the piss...although he laughed so hard when I pointed this out that it may have been a Freudian slip.
This morning, while sluicing me down, he managed to press on one of my bruises (again, he finds it most days). Slightly miffed, I said: 'If I was a horse, I'd kick you!' His reply?
'If you were a horse, I'd shoot you.'
Laghed so hard, my arm hurt & the ablutions were delayed. Now he can set me off by murmuring 'bang'. He's a cruel man when you get right down to it.
So ay 9am I was at Symbion Imaging at the Epworth's private consulting building. They're very efficient & friendly & competent, so they go to the top of my radiographer's list. Ask if Gabrielle is on. As this was my 4th set of humeral x-rays, I have a fair basis for comparison. At 9.20 I departed with the films under my arm.
The break is only about 0.5cm apart and nearly straight. (Dr Hans of Ballarat Base Hospital, you are a legend). Gabrielle got a great shot of my arm viewed from the rear - from that angle the bone isn't as straight, and it's clear there's a small split in the lower section of bone. Urk!
As today was the office Christmas lunch, I naturally took my pics along for show 'n' tell - and to elicit more fulsome sympathy. One of my golden girls cheered me up by observing that her 10yo son had a similar break, and even after a year of physio, it's not as strong as his left arm. Several people recommended surgery. I think it's the ick factor rather than medical know-how speaking...although the most vociferous for surgery is a gent who has broken both an arm and a leg in the past, so maybe experience counts for something?
One lady said it must be interesting to know what some of your insides look like... well, in the past year I've had 3 MRIs, 4 sets of arm X-rays and a gynae ultrasound... I guess it's all getting a bit over-familiar!
Tomorrow the Fracture Clinic is at 10.30, though last week I wasn't seen until 12.15. If, as I devoutly hope & implore, I get the fibreglass splint, there may be some buggerising around that will keep me through the afternoon. Choir rehearsal at 6.30pm.
Our choir is doing its 9 lessons & Carols Service (aka 'no sermom, few prayers') on Sunday at 7pm. We're actually not bad for a weeny little amateur choir, so if you feel like a little low-key spirituality in a gorgeous little Arts & Crafts style church, come along.
Hubby just walked in with a nice thriller DVD for us to watch.... 'Fracture'. I think he's taking the piss...although he laughed so hard when I pointed this out that it may have been a Freudian slip.
This morning, while sluicing me down, he managed to press on one of my bruises (again, he finds it most days). Slightly miffed, I said: 'If I was a horse, I'd kick you!' His reply?
'If you were a horse, I'd shoot you.'
Laghed so hard, my arm hurt & the ablutions were delayed. Now he can set me off by murmuring 'bang'. He's a cruel man when you get right down to it.