the Updates.

Retired the old sling yesterday.

I got a new gadget.

 (Sorry, best picture I could get of it myself)

... I feel a little bit like a gorilla in it seen as I can't put my arms down, also, I wish it was attached to a jet pack or something- 'cause hey! That would be cool.

Ok, and just in case you really wanted to see my x-rays, here they are, just for you:

ok so here's the first on the day of the incident June 8th:

and the second one umm I can't remember when this one was.... maybe the 27th?:

and the last one from yesterday:

Now if you're anything like me you're probably thinking,
"Wait... I think she mixed up those pictures there... Shouldn't they be in opposite order?"
My reply to you is: Nope.
Yes, yes I did just spend four weeks of my six weeks recovering progressively getting worse.

If you just checked my blog to get the story, here it is:

Yesterday was the Fourth of July (let freedom ring, everyone!).
After the little neighborhood breakfast thing, I came home and got ready to go to my grandma's.
Coke and purse in hand I was walking down the stairs when....
a banana peel jumped out of nowhere and landed underneath my foot!
ok, I'm just kidding.
Really, I just slipped.

I landed on the opposite elbow and shoulder blade of my break and heard a lovely "POP."
(Not the most pleasant thing to hear, especially when you are "recovering")
I may or may not have screamed a little but I immediately started crying.
(And for those of you who don't know, I am a crier, but for some reason I don't cry in physical pain. Unless it's really bad. I mean really, when I practically shattered my wrist I shed one tear and it was in the moment when my dad said "You're fine, we don't need to take you to the ER," while we were sitting in the brush of the mountain side. Ok, well that side note took more of a tangent than I was hoping... Ok, end side note.)
My parents decided to take me to urgent care and I got the usual x-rays.
The Doctor showed me a nasty break (pictured above) and said, "We are going to set you up an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon."

Then we continued the tradition of JCW's.
(We have this tradition of going to JCW's after getting an x-ray. Sadly, we have that tradition.)

and that's pretty much it...

So, my appointment is tomorrow. And honestly, I’m not one bit scared.

More updates to come.

Forever broken and/or injured,

Your dreamer
Marley Grace Kay