What’s Up with Glorya?
Part 1-How it Started
On 12/26/11 I broke my hand.
We woke up the day after Christmas at my mother-in-law’s big beautiful
house in Ashton, VA. The 5 boy cousins had slept in the basement & my
middle son, Tyson, came upstairs complaining of a headache. He doesn’t usually
complain about physical ailments unless he’s really sick. I took his
temperature & sure enough, he was sick. (It was over 102). I give him ibuprofen
& put him in our room, which has its own bathroom to quarantine him from the
rest of the kids.
A few hours later my sister in law says that her son has a
fever & was throwing up the night before. Great. Not sure which came first my son’s
fever or hers but I wasn’t as worried about the boys hanging out together. Then my oldest son, Trey, says he doesn’t feel
well…yet another fever. Trey was lying on the soft leather couch & all I
could think of was, “there’s no way to sterilize a leather couch!” So I sent
him upstairs after giving him some ibuprofen. I quarantined the 2 boys in the
upstairs bedroom as I am suspecting strep throat. (We tend to get strep every
couple of months.)
But the DVD player in our room wasn’t working, and the TV
wasn’t connected to a cable line so I went to another room to find a DVD
player. All the other rooms had TV/DVD/Blu Ray combos so I carried the TV combo
to the room. The boys were on the bed & couldn’t see the TV on the floor.
So I moved the chaise, a lovely small couch at the end of our brass bed to put
the TV on top. Well, unfortunately, the brass footboard was NOT connected to
the frame of the bed & came banging down on my hand like a hammer on a
nail. Ouch! It hurt but mommas keep moving, right? So I got them handled &
went back downstairs to get ice for my hand & popsicles for my feverish
boys.
Later that afternoon DJ took them to the doctor & they
had strep throat. I finally was cancelled from work as I had been on call all
morning. I’m a critical care RN & I was awaiting a phone call from the Open
Heart unit at the hospital to see if a particular critical patient was still in
need of individualized care. Not sure how the patient faired but it did turn
out that they didn’t need me & clearly my kids did so all was well.
My hand continued to hurt over the next week…I worked two 12 hour shifts &
at the end of the 2nd one I was really hurting. More ice, a little rest, it still hurt.
I went to my small group meeting, a bible study of a few families from our
church, Grace Community Church in Fulton) & I was gingerly holding it while
I got my food. My small group is made up of 3 female doctors, no, 4 female
doctors, a lawyer, some high level military & government people etc. & so I
had one of docs look at my hand. Julie was straightforward, “You already know there's a problem. You have point tenderness & pain despite ice & rest. You need to get it
x-rayed.” I knew it was sore for a ridiculous amount of time (think it was 8 or
9 days since the incident). So we left small group & went to Righttime
Urgent Care. (I later learned they placed a friendly bet on me returning to small group the next week in a cast) I probably should’ve just gone to the hospital. They said it
wasn’t broken, gave me a splint & told me to follow up with an orthopedic in 3
days if it wasn’t better. So I went to work, with the splint, & it was
still super sore.
I follow up with the orthopedist & get another x-ray. He
says, “You don’t have a fracture” & I say, “What about that?” pointing to a
crack in my trapezoid bone. And he looks at it again, exclaiming, “I’ve NEVER
seen this before! I have to show this to my colleague!” So he hurries out the room to email it to a
hand specialist. He comes back to report his findings to me. “So you did in
fact break your trapezoid bone. I’ve never seen it & the hand specialist
says he’s only seen it twice in his 20 years of practice!” Again, wonderful! I
break a bone that’s not much bigger than a pea; all while moving furniture to
protect the extended Jordan Household from strep throat. So they put me in a
cast, purple of course. J
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