So after the Travesia I went to the community class with Richard in the morning, being absolutely knackered. Afterwards I went home and rested a bit, but i had promised my dad to meet him later in Prado. I felt great, got me an ice cream (eating without guilt after a 17 hour hike!) and hopped on my scooter to get to town. Together with my dad we went in his rental car to Zahara de la Sierra. Just alone walking up the stairs to the restaurant felt like torture. I felt sooo tired, so we just ate an ice cream and I wanted to head back home.
On my scooter driving along the dirt road to the yoga center, I might have been a tad bit too fast.Add to that my exhaustion. Well, suddenly there appeared this hole on the road, and I couldn't stop in time. I fell hard on the ground, my scooter into the ditch.
I first just felt embarrassed, and hoped the scooter was ok. I tried to get up quickly before somebody would see me - but I couldn't. I was laying on the ground hopeless like a bug on the back, and couldn't manage to get myself up, not even in a sitting position. My arm hurt like crazy and I think I even hurt some cracking noises when I tried to move it.
I was laying there, no soul in sight. I grabbed my phone and called Richard. He came immediately on his motorbike and found me still on my back.
Another woman stopped by and checked in on us. She took a look at my arm and said it might be broken. She called an ambulance.
I felt so stupid and scared. A broken arm!? I was a chef!!! I could not work with a broken arm!
The ambulance came and very sloooowly they drove me to the hospital, Richard joined.
At the emergency room my wounds got cleaned (pretty deep and dirty ones on my left knee and left elbows - ooooooooouch). Then they x-rayed my elbow. I was crying in pain when they pulled my arm under the x-ray machine. In general they treated me pretty shitty, especially since back then I didn't have my social security card yet (I was insured though! But still we had to pay 80 Euro for the transport of the ambulance). They told me the elbow was not broken and kind of looked at me like "What's your problem really?", and then sent me home.
I was happy that nothing was broken, and hoped I could be back at work in a few days. Although my arm really really hurt. THat night I couldn't sleep at all.
The next day my dad came and had to spend his last holiday in Spain on his own. Still we believed I would be good again in a few days so in the evening we had a little party at the porch with lots of white wine and dancing.
The next day though my arm was still super painful, and my shoulder was swollen double the side.
Harry asked if they had taken a x ray of the shoulder. So we went back to the hospital, this time with our Spanish office manager for translation. Turned out they hadn't x-rayed my shoulder.
This time they did, and the doctor looked at me very apologetically when he told me my shoulder was indeed broken. In three places at the humerus bone. Oh, and so were two ribs. He was surprised that I was not in more pain (but I have a general high pain threshold).
They took an MRI to get a clearer picture of the shoulder fracture and afterwards he said I might need surgery. OH.
He wanted to talk with colleagues about my case and then call us back.
Indeed, after a few days they still suggested surgery to fix the bone with a metal plate.
I didn't know what to do. We asked a second doctor too and he said, it might heal well on it's own, but a plate might be helpful for full recovery of range of motion.
So I did go to the hospital and got surgery.
THis was my first big surgery of my life. I think I only had one minor as a child before that.
The hospital was not too bad, I shared the room with another girl. IN Spain, when you are in hospital, you are not visited by your family - your family moves in with you! This girl had her mother being with her all the time, and later her husband, also staying over night and sleeping in a chair. They pitied me for being all without family, and took care of me. The mother brought me with my drip to the toilet, and wouldn't even leave until I had finished peeing. LOvely.
I had lots of visitors from staff and volunteers, so that was nice.
But I felt so sorry I couldn't work for at least 6 weeks now. And no yoga too of course. I had just become a yoga teacher. I had become so good at yoga, and I loved it! MEH!!
After a few weeks rehab started. In the beginning I wasn't able to lift my arm at all. In many tiny steps did I get more movement back, but I never fully recovered. My shoulder stayed quite stiff.