Husbandman visits a good bakery on Saturdays, to pick up breakfast pastries and treats for afternoon tea. I usually have a scone and a pecan bar. This Sunday past, he slipped on ice and came down hard on his olecranon, the pointy tip of the elbow.
X-ray technology showed us that Husbandman's arm suffered an "extensively comminuted fracture of the olecranon process of the proximal left ulna. The main fracture fragment is displaced posterior superiorly by 1.5 cm."
He had surgery yesterday and now has six screws and a metal plate restoring his shattered elbow to its original form. Good news for Husbandman is that he will not lose use of his triceps. Come to find out, the tricep isn't worth a plugged nickel without the helpful olecranon.
The best news of all is that Husbandman, in extreme pain and distress, successfully picked up the box of pastries, and delivered them to our home safe and sound.
3 comments:
Horrible! I'm glad the surgery was a success.
Yikes--this sounds horrible. Send Peter our love. So glad he is on the mend. M
First of all, the phrase “extensively comminuted fracture of the olecranon process” feels unnecessarily theatrical for what is, at its core, a man versus ice showdown…in which the ice won.
And yet, Husbandman, in a feat of heroic devotion bordering on myth, preserved the pastries. Six screws, a metal plate, and not a single scone left behind. I trust the medical team understands they were not merely repairing an elbow, they were restoring a cornerstone of your weekend civilization.
Also, the revelation that the tricep is essentially useless without its dear companion, the olecranon, feels like a metaphor I’m not yet ready to unpack.
But truly, pain, peril, and pecan bars delivered intact?
That is not an injury. That is a saga.
Long live Husbandman. Protector of pastries!
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