Ok, so on Friday night at about 10:15pm we had just arrived at the kayaking trip with the rest of the club. At 10:45 I was in the car on the way to A&E
Basically, me and Gaz and the rest of the club were play fighting (for lack of a better word) over glow sticks. Now, I'm one of the oldest junior members, only younger than two others, and Gaz was one of these. He flipped me off the top of a small hill and i landed on my neck facing the ground. He then landed on top of me.
Crack.
The pain was not immediate. At first I started to get up but it hurt so much, it felt like someone was squeezing the soft bit below the joint between your shoulder and collarbone, so I fell back down. Luckily two of the senior members of the club are physiotherapists. They poked and felt bits of my shoulder and told me that I needed to go to hospital, that either my shoulder was dislocated or that my clavicle was broken.
I got to the first hospital where they had no real facilities, it was only a doctor's with a minor injury clinic. They gave me some normal paracetamol and took notes which they put in a letter for me to take to the real hospital so I wouldn't have to tell them it all again.
I got to the proper hospital (James Cook University Hospital) and waited in the A&E waiting room while the police took out a drunk (it was Friday night) and then was examined again. They read my notes and sent me for an x-ray. I had two x-rays done in total, one of which I scanned and you can see here.
So I went back to my room in A&E and heard some doctors talking, saying "wow, that's pretty bad" and "I've not seen one of those for a long time". I was one of two patients currently there so it was very quiet, so I stuck my head round the door and said "I hope you're not talking about me" in a sarcastic type of way. Turns out they were...
They told me I would need an appointment at a fracture clinic, either on Monday at James Cook's or on Tuesday in my hometown. I chose my hometown so I could go home to my own bed and have things to do.
To be honest this couldn't have happened at a worse time. I got invited to Blackpool Pleasure Beach (a theme park) on Thursday which I probably won't be going to and then next Monday I'm supposed to be going to France and Belgium on the Battlefields Tour our school runs.
But then again, I suppose I am lucky in some respects. It's a clean break and the chances are that I won't need surgery, and if I do, I live in the UK so it's free.
Does anyone else have experience with a broken clavicle? If so, what were your experiences, would you say I will probably be able to go on the trips I said?
Thanks a lot.
(argh I hate having to type with one hand!)
Basically, me and Gaz and the rest of the club were play fighting (for lack of a better word) over glow sticks. Now, I'm one of the oldest junior members, only younger than two others, and Gaz was one of these. He flipped me off the top of a small hill and i landed on my neck facing the ground. He then landed on top of me.
Crack.
The pain was not immediate. At first I started to get up but it hurt so much, it felt like someone was squeezing the soft bit below the joint between your shoulder and collarbone, so I fell back down. Luckily two of the senior members of the club are physiotherapists. They poked and felt bits of my shoulder and told me that I needed to go to hospital, that either my shoulder was dislocated or that my clavicle was broken.
I got to the first hospital where they had no real facilities, it was only a doctor's with a minor injury clinic. They gave me some normal paracetamol and took notes which they put in a letter for me to take to the real hospital so I wouldn't have to tell them it all again.
I got to the proper hospital (James Cook University Hospital) and waited in the A&E waiting room while the police took out a drunk (it was Friday night) and then was examined again. They read my notes and sent me for an x-ray. I had two x-rays done in total, one of which I scanned and you can see here.
So I went back to my room in A&E and heard some doctors talking, saying "wow, that's pretty bad" and "I've not seen one of those for a long time". I was one of two patients currently there so it was very quiet, so I stuck my head round the door and said "I hope you're not talking about me" in a sarcastic type of way. Turns out they were...
They told me I would need an appointment at a fracture clinic, either on Monday at James Cook's or on Tuesday in my hometown. I chose my hometown so I could go home to my own bed and have things to do.
To be honest this couldn't have happened at a worse time. I got invited to Blackpool Pleasure Beach (a theme park) on Thursday which I probably won't be going to and then next Monday I'm supposed to be going to France and Belgium on the Battlefields Tour our school runs.
But then again, I suppose I am lucky in some respects. It's a clean break and the chances are that I won't need surgery, and if I do, I live in the UK so it's free.
Does anyone else have experience with a broken clavicle? If so, what were your experiences, would you say I will probably be able to go on the trips I said?
Thanks a lot.
(argh I hate having to type with one hand!)