I Strained The Ligaments In My Arm And Now I Feel Like A One-Armed Paper Hanger.

Remember the other week when I told you I had Vertigo and hurt myself? No? It was a few posts ago. Probably not worth reading anyway. So here’s the gist. (Yes gist is spelled right. I looked it up).

A few weeks ago I had a vertigo episode in the middle of the night and fell in the bathroom. I wish this story was more exciting and not sound like an older person situation but it is what it is.

The world was spinning like it was totally off it’s rocker and I couldn’t catch the counter in time to stop my fall. Ended up with strained ligaments in my arm. Haven’t called the doctor yet incase you were saying to yourself, why didn’t she call the doctor yet.

I googled my pain and it showed me what I had done to my arm. Now I have to go to the doc, who will then send me to a specialist, who will then send me to Physical Therapy and at the end of my journey this little injury will have cost me approximately $5, 247.00. Ok, maybe I exaggerated a tad. But for now I am using my injury to get me out of housecleaning, cooking, driving long distances and anything else anyone asks me to do for them. Can’t, hurt my arm.

I mean, it would be far more interesting if I had done this mountain climbing, changing a tire on my car or even drinking with the girls and I fell out of an Uber. But no. Just fell in the bathroom in the middle of the night and hyper extended my left arm. BORING.

So now I give new meaning to “One Armed Paper Hanger”. Please don’t come at me with how dare I make fun of people with one arm. I’m at a place in my life where I will hunt you down and run you over. OMG call the speech police Karen! Sorry, I digress. Didn’t mean to get all political.

What’s the dumbest thing you have ever done that needed a good back story? I’d love to hear!

People With Way More Exciting Stories For Their Injuries Than Mine.

Peace Love & Margaritas!

14 thoughts on “I Strained The Ligaments In My Arm And Now I Feel Like A One-Armed Paper Hanger.

  1. Ughalicious! That is one messed up injury! I can somewhat relate from having dislocated my neck at least three times by simply sleeping wrong. I hope you soon find relief, but milk it for all it’s worth and enjoy the benefits of ordering delivery foods and such. I imagine the dog will vacuum for you, the dog kind of way, right?

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  2. I was skateboarding in the kitchen in my flannel nightgown in June and fell off and got a concussion. In doing the scans of my spine, they discovered that I have a lung disease called Lady Windermere syndrome. I feel so dramatic!!

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  3. I once tripped on a log while looking at koalas at the Phoenix Zoo and sprained my gluteus maximus. In other words I busted my ass to see a marsupial. Good luck with the healing process BTW. cheers

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  4. I worked in a physical therapy office and could tell you stories (if not for HIPAA). The nice thing about being a massage therapist is that it gave me 15 minutes of “recovery time” to help them come up with fun fake stories. Heal quickly, but milk this injury for all it’s worth (and make the therapist treat your vertigo too).

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  5. I’ve just discovered your blog and wondering why the hell it’s taken this long! πŸ€·πŸΌβ€β™€οΈ I had an ‘incident’ not so long ago… I’d snuck out of bed in the middle of the night to quietly hunt down some chocolate without waking anyone up… on arriving back with my ‘stash’ and trying to sneak back into bed, I managed to trip over the dog, twist my knee trying to fall away from the other dog only to fall against the night stand and shatter a glass of water… within a few short seconds lights were snapped on and I was revealed cussing and clutching chocolate on the floor…🍫🀬 πŸ€¦πŸΌβ€β™€οΈ …

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