(holding ¨Rafaela Hau¨´s X-Ray, whoever that is)
I managed to beautifully snap a metacarpal bone and fracture another a few days ago.
I fell down a (embarrassingly short) ladder and for once my non-existing reflex decided to kick in and somehow,
I injured myself in the process.
Initially I thought I have sprained my fingers(I could move them) so I sat there writhing and giggling in pain
while the lodging owner lady sat there with me,
offering her medical wisdom to relieve my pain: massaging her saliva on the back of my hand and advising me to pull my fingers(when I couldn´t, she offered to do it herself but I declined), and crack my knuckles.
I was still in pain when I saw this in the radiography room but I couldn´t miss the photo-op (it´s almost as culturally-confusing as the time I saw an Iranian film dubbed in French)
The general practician-ok, so I know I´m brain-washed/biased by my family of medical professions but I HATE GPs, I have no respect for their ¨broad, general medical knowledge¨-initially missed the clearly broken bone and only saw it when I informed him of the major source of the pain.
anyways,
at this point it´s more of a discomfort/inconvenience( I still have to make 4 stops before staying for the volunteer program) than pain.
Although I was about to scream my head off at the frustrating experience of packing this morning,
I´m still amazed as its my first bone-breaking experience(not counting my nasal septum).
3 weeks left…
