Just over three months ago, I wrote here about our mid-summer trip to CarFest North, including my ill-advised plummet into a pool of foam.
I thought it was a deep pool. But it wasn't. It only had a "depth" of three inches. So I bounced on landing. Hard.
In the picture above, taken immediately afterwards, you can see me holding my left arm a little awkwardly. I was in a lot of pain but thought a shake and a rub would do the trick. After a few weeks of little change, it dawned on me that these remedies might not be enough.
So I went to see the doctor. She thought I'd probably damaged a tendon so booked me in for a scan.
I had that today and it didn't take long to confirm that there was indeed tendon damage.
What came as more of a shock was the discovery that the arm is also fractured.
I was sent for a series of x-rays and am due back with my doctor in two weeks to learn my fate. Surgery seems to be the only option.
But after trying to sleep with a broken arm for the past 14 and a bit weeks, I'm hoping to remain as hard as nails for just a little while longer..............SOB!!!!!