That’s Just the Breaks!

By | April 11, 2019
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That’s Just the Breaks

Winter is over, or so it seems. The grass is getting green and the daffodils are blooming.  Last winter was a notable winter for me – maybe an “infamous” winter would be a better name for it.

As you may or may not know, I walk a lot. I tend to be a porker if I don’t exercise because, well because I love to eat. I’m sure it goes back to the way I was raised, but heaven knows back in those days my grandparents didn’t know all the secrets of good nutrition and the health benefits of staying slim. Slim was never my nickname, but I have managed to keep from going over to the obese side.

Nevertheless, there are reasonable excuses for an expanding waistline as we get older. For quite a while after my last diet, I weighed the same as I weighed in high school. But, I don’t remember my belly hanging over my belt in high school. I am quite sure it didn’t. I would have been mortified had that been the case. Geez – all those girls looking at me!

Now, no one looks at me, not even I look at me. But I digress.

I walk a lot and I walk a lot because I enjoy it and because it helps keep my weight down without resorting to living on alfalfa wafers and water. No can do!

Anyway, this winter came early. By late October, my walks found me bundled up in a winter coat, stocking hat, gloves and occasionally winter walking boots. I trudged through rain and snow and wind as November brought her worst to my neck of the woods. 

Then December came and froze my world. All the ponds and streams I pass while walking we all glistening ice. And one December day, I went for a walk as is my custom. But this December day, this old man – meaning me – was having a hard time keeping the child inside. The rain that fell the night before had frozen into long narrow puddles on my walking path. Rather than deftly walking on the grass alongside the frozen water on my walking path, the child inside me dared me to walk on the ice to see if would “hold” me. 

I will never know if it would have held me. One step onto the ice and I found myself lying on the ground in the grass with my arm in horrible pain. Thinking it was broken, I managed to lumber myself up off the ground and dig my cell phone out of my coat pocket with my good arm and hand and called for a friend to take me to the hospital. 

I sat in the emergency room’s waiting area for a good 45 minutes, before I was called into the examination room. After the P.A. (Physician’s Assistant) determined I indeed really was in pain, she shipped me off, via wheelchair to get X-rayed. After absorbing a substantial dose of radiation – I’m sure of it! – I was wheeled back to the exam room to wait for the results.  An hour later a real doctor came in an assured me that my arm was not broken, but I most likely had rotator cuff damage which can take a long time to heal. The doctor kind of said it in a way that made me think I’d have been better of with a broken arm than a damaged rotator cuff. 

Anyway, they gave me a sling and a prescription for – you guessed it – opioid painkillers and sent me on my way.

[In case you’re wondering, this essay was not written under the influence of painkillers or anything else. ]

If that was all that happened to me this past winter, it would have been enough for me. But alas, it was not – worse was yet to come.

With my shoulder and arm hurting, I walked most of the rest of December. I ignored that child inside. From then on I avoided ice and slippery places, profoundly determined never to fall again.

[The “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” TV commercial kept playing in my head.]

One day in late January, we had a snowstorm, and though my right-arm was still very painful and movement was restricted by the healing(?) rotator cuff, I bravely went out to clear the driveway and sidewalks.

Luckily I have a good snowblower, but there are certain areas that demand a snow shovel. I had used the snowblower to clear most of the driveway and sidewalk, but there’s an area near the garage door that needed the attention of the snow shovel. It was a ridge of ice about 3 or 4 inches high. I was going to chop it up with the shovel and toss the icy remnants out into the snow in the yard.

I was on the way back into the garage to get the aforementioned snow shovel when I forget about the icy ridge, tripped over it and fell onto my left shoulder and arm. 

I was in horrible pain. The Emergency Squad was called. The next thing I saw was red flashing lights and the next thing I heard was the sound of the siren. Lying on the garage floor in pain is not the greatest experience, but lying on the garage floor while a paramedic is shoving needles in my wrists was even worse. They whisked me off to the hospital.

I had dislocated my left shoulder and broken my left arm. They put my shoulder back in place and immobilized my arm in a sling. Luckily, they had me in conscious sedation when they jumped on me and pushed my shoulder back into its joint, or I’d make you experience that with me. 

After several hours, they sent me back home with a prescription for opioids, a sling, post-release instructions to see an orthopedic physician within a week.

My right arm was not nearly healed when I tripped and hurt my left arm.  I have never felt so helpless in my life. 

Being old and hurt is no fun, but I was determined to get healed and get back to being able to care for myself. 

And thanks to good friends, good doctors, and a really good physical therapist, I’m almost back to normal – well you know what I mean.

I learned that falling is no laughing matter if you’re an older guy like me. You don’t fall and hop right back up and go on like you do when you’re young and flexible.

Last winter was a really painful winter for me. But I’m old – and I am begging to realize that’s just the breaks!






9 thoughts on “That’s Just the Breaks!

  1. Marj

    That seems to be a it too much for an older (?) guy, but seems you coped well. You never mentioned any of this through those months of pain and struggles Stay positive and careful. I too am a walker and now at 90 years of age I maintain my daily walks and exercise.

  2. Ivan

    Sorry To hear About your misadventure, I can sympathise as I am 87. We get snow on some of our mountains in New Zealand. Our summer is just starting to die…………… Hope I make it.

  3. Patricia Mccosker

    I hate walking and have never done it most of my life ,but I have still managed a few falls, one of which resulted in a broken arm so you have my deepest sympathy.
    Perhaps you could try buying one of those walking machines where you can hang on to the handlebars as you pound away with your feet. Admittedly the scenery might leave something to be desired but at least you should not be falling over
    Keep up the good work

  4. Helen Arano

    So sorry you had such a bad winter, but Spring is here, makes us appreciate the things we don’t intend to take for granted but do.
    Glad you are on the mend, stay well, be happy and know you have a lot of fans, cheering for you.

  5. Helen Arano

    I broke my arm and wrist in 5 places, roller skating, yes, I know at this age should not be doing that.
    But, skated since I was 5 without a fall, this one was a doozy, brought on by someone dropping a pen on the floor and I was unlucky enough to find it.
    However, this is about us being determined to get well and persevere. We may be older, but we are determined.
    Feel well as you as a dear friend to many of us who have never met you face to face, but, enjoy your friendship long distance.
    Oh, I am still skating and now 70. So keep walking and smiling.

  6. louise

    i am reading you with a sling on my left arm and finally realizing that at our age, myself 84 you just must
    be more than careful, you must be reasonable and understand that your old bones must be cared for..
    stay positive and be happy

  7. Barbara

    I tore a tendon attached to my rotator cuff many years ago so I know how painful any problem in that area can be. I was lucky too that I found a great therapist who strengthened my shoulder and surrounding muscles and tendons so that I didn’t have to have surgery. But I can’t even imagine having problems with both arms at the same time. I wish you all the best with your continued recovery… out for that inner child in you!! I will keep you in my prayers.

  8. MerryMarjie

    I broke my left arm over 30 years ago. (I called it a “sports injury” but I was really just chasing a volleyball and tripped over the curb.) Since then, I know my desire to run or walk fast is immediately overruled by my known clumsy-ability and natural sloth-like state, so I refrain. And of course, living in a desert does squash my opportunity for snow and ice. Just take it easy and remember, not much these days is worth running after!

  9. Charlyne Craver

    Good grief!! Do take care and be careful. I, too, have had my share of falls – 2 broken arms(same one twice), a stroke(small fall but no breaks), then a broken leg. Now I use a walker and am VERY healthy. At my current 81, I am anxious to see all the grands(many) married and see some greatgrands so I am determined to be more careful. I sure hope you will be, too. Prayers for your continued improvement and reduced pain.


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