What happens when a finger painting prodigy hitches a ride from a disfigured biker? Why chaos of course!
Quirky, oddball Georgie is anything but normal. For years she hasn't only suffered from a lack of filter but she also has "episodes." She can't...
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X-rays SUCK.
I mean SUCK.
SUCK.
They had to manipulate my limb that was obviously in pain to get the best picture. They kept telling me. "Big strong breaths sweetie."
How about I sucker punch you in the gut and tell you to breathe big strong breaths!
I'm not usually an angry person, but after everything that happened to me, it's brought out the snarkiness in me that usually lies dormant. Not long after the x-rays the doctor informed me that I have a distal radius fracture and severely bruised ribs, along with a very minor concussion. Another doctor brought me to the operating room to perform a "reduction" by making an incision and putting all the pieces of my wrist back together like a complicated puzzle.
It's now realigned, throbbing, and in a cast that is itchy.As if I don't struggle with itchiness already. Que in my restless leg syndrome and I can't decide which is worse, the shaking, throbbing, or constant need to scratch.
According to the doctor I need to come back for frequent x-rays to make sure the healing process is going smoothly and then as my swelling goes down I'll be changing into a new cast in 2-3 weeks. In 6-8 weeks, it should be all healed, but I will still need physical therapy.
My head pulses from the overload of information.
What am I going to do?
For most people, it's not a huge ordeal, but for me this means I might not be able to paint for a while. I have no idea how I'm going to be able to handle this. When my body sees a canvas and lunges to it in a desperate thirst I won't be able to quench it. I don't know how my brain is going to be able to digest all of this.
That's the real problem.
I was able to paint that horrible picture in my blood on the window with my left hand... and I'm not ambidextrous. There's also the fact my head is reeling from the weird dream I had in the car.
Everyone in the room watches me as I continuously shake my right leg and bite my cheek. My legs always become restless when I'm in need of sleep and there's no way I'm asking someone to grab my pills from Amber's apartment.
Dad just arrived and hasn't said much, Amber's sniffling, Lashes is looking dejected with her mom stroking her hair, and Arch stands next to dad in a calm but intimidating manner.
And apparently there are guards at my door.
I shift in bed as the door opens and all eyes snap to the nurse who awkwardly mumbles an apology. She brings a sling over to me and shows me how to operate it. Dad's jaw twitches when he sees me struggling. Once the sling is on she leaves and the room is back to being quiet.
My ribs ache as I reposition myself on the bed with my eyes glued to the bizarrely white sheets. Something about being in the hospital puts me on edge and unfortunately I'll be on edge all night seeing as how they want to keep me here for observation.
