Um… Where’s the cast?

I stocked my momma up with some lefthandable groceries, a stack o’ movies and chocolate this afternoon. I did her dishes, brushed and triple-braided her pretty silvery hair and Sam showed her his new tiny dino lego set and played her a little tune on the harmonica.

It was nice to be there for her, but I was a little aghast that her swollen, broken wrist was NOT in a cast! They gave her a splint and a sling, but apparently the proper orthopedic person wasn’t in to make a cast-shouldn’t they have put on a temporary?

She showed me the x-rays, with clearly visible fracture lines across the distal head of the ulna and the corner of the radius.

I guess they told her it wasn’t too bad because her hand hadn’t flipped, so everything was still in line… Looked pretty serious to me!

Hmmmph. I wish I’d been there to advocate. Hospital emergency rooms are so busy you really have to have your head together to get what you need. She had to ask them to bring her ice, and sneak a drink of water ’cause they told her if an operation was necessary she shouldn’t have anything in her stomach. Which I’m sure is true, but if you’re going to have someone with a broken limb sit and wait for hours and you don’t want them to faint, perhaps a drink of water is in order?

Grrr.

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