Update on my arm — upper left radial and lower humorous adjacent to the elbow. Damn, it hurts!
Since I cannot type with one hand, I thought it would be okay to remove my sling and the forearm supported by my desk and set to work banging out four-thousand words in various news stories.
It worked very well, thank you. I will say that my arm was slightly sore once done, but other than that, Comme ci, comme ça.
Then my wife asked me to bring a 24-can case of Pepsi into the kitchen. Without thinking, I lifted it with my left hand, attached to my left arm, and yee-ow-za!
The pain was blinding. After getting the case to the kitchen counter, I quickly sat down and let the sweat drip from me.
An hour later, my son and daughter-in-law came over for a visit. With them, they brought Honey, their dog.
With it being 80 degrees and the dog wearing a sweater put on her to battle the morning chill, I decided to remove it. That is when my left arm, still in the sling and yet in use, made an audible pop, and I nearly passed out from the pain.
Yup — I broke the effing thing. It is one more thing on a list of many things that have not gone well this year.