It’s been a glorious summer so far, but thanks to a bum arm, there have been some minor inconveniences.
In June I injured my arm while on ambulance duty when lifting an oxygen tank. If memory serves, when it happened I commented, “Fu*K! Fu*K! Fu*K!” and proceeded to hop cartoon-like around the ambulance bay.
I’m not sure I actually heard my distal bicep tendon tear, but I immediately knew there was trouble and ended up riding in the ambulance as a customer, not an EMT. It’s worth noting that the incident drew everyone within radio distance so they could stand around and watch me writhe in pain.
Lifting an oxygen tank does not make for a very glamorous story, so in order to spice things up I concocted a variety of tales that made my arm more interesting. The top three:
1. I lifted a car off an injured person.
2. Caught a baby tossed from the window of a burning house. No, wait — TWO babies.
3. Wrestled a contaminated needle away from a deranged patient.
The long and short of it is I required surgery to reattach the tendon, a barbaric procedure that involved drilling a hole in my arm bone. This video shows what they did:
After ten days in a soft cast and a month of wearing a sling, I’m starting to get better, but full recovery is still months away.
The lesson here: when there’s something heavy to lift, find someone else to do it.