My husband regularly reminds me to slow down and be careful.
He loves me and wants to see me safe. To be fair, he’s justified in that he’s watched me trip, fall and maim myself too many times to mention.
So where was he a few weeks ago when I landed on my pride and broke my wrist?!
Good deeds do not always reward
I was visiting my grandmother in my hometown of Unity, SK.
The weather had been typically Saskatchewan, in that it had snowed then promptly warmed up.
As I was helping her move items from her third-floor condo into my truck, I took note of a small icy patch on the front sidewalk of her building.
I could nearly hear my husband… slow down, watch where you’re going, don’t be in a hurry.
I navigated said icy patch multiple times as we were taking loads in and out of her place.
Unfortunately, it was the umpteenth time that did me in. I caught a piece of that little patch of ice under my boot and it was all over.
Canadian healthcare is top notch
My father was with me and kindly delivered me to the small but competent and kind hospital staff at Unity Healthcare Centre.
I was given a bed immediately and although an x-ray technician was not on site, she was called in.
It doesn’t take more than 5 minutes to get anywhere in Unity; unless you’re at the hospital and one of the dozens of trains that separate it from the rest of town is rolling by.
After a short wait and a quick radioactive picture, I wasn’t surprised to hear that the wrist was broken.
They say you can tell when something is broken. I could tell.
The doctor was called and upon arrival was quick to set me up in a cumbersome but necessary plaster cast.
He advised me to get an x-ray a week or two later in Saskatoon to verify healing was taking place.
I was in and out in under two hours with no cost other than my loss of my dignity.
Patience is a joke
So, what’s the latest update? Now we wait, folks.
I have been for that recommended x-ray and the awesome staff at City Hospital’s casting clinic have promoted me into a fiberglass set up.
It’s much lighter and easier to maneuver around in, though they did note the plaster cast was appropriate for the first few weeks of this type of injury.
I tried to book my cast cutting ceremony for nearly to the day they said it could come off but I will need an extra couple of days patience as the doctor can only see me four weeks and TWO days later.
I have added an app to my phone to countdown to the event.
I can’t even begin to contemplate that I might get there, and it might not be healed. This is just not an option.
While my little trip to emergency taught me I am darn lucky to be living in Saskatchewan, the birthplace of medicare, I’ve learnt I might need to just take an extra minute going forward.
Somewhere my husband is reading this wondering how long, or if I will follow my own advice!
Posted by Kelly Macsymic