I was walking down the Kitler hill on Monday, I was supposed to go to a work interview at the Pähkinärinne library. I slipped on ice (the hill had been plowed, but not sanded yet) and fell on my back, and my right elbow broke.
I didn't notice it at first, it had a little pain and I didn't realize yet it had been broken.
Once in the bus stop, I started wondering where my traveling card was, and I realized it had dropped from my hoodie pocket when I fell. I went back and picked it up, and realized I couldn't move my arm.
Luckily the health center is only one mile away from me, so I went there and explained my problem.
I was taken to the emergency ward where I was given a sling and an ice pack, I was taken to the x- ray room and then sent to the Peijas hospital.
I was told that my arm is in a such bad condition I have to be performed a surgery, but I don't know when. I was sent back home, even thought I wanted to stay in the hospital until the surgery; I mean, how am I going to cook or clean up with my left hand? It's impossible! How am I going to pay the hospital bill?
I rang the hospital today, I was told I should visit the laboratory on Friday, and the surgery will be performed on Monday, but I'm not sure. I guess I should call again tomorrow.
My life is a complete fucked- up mess. I was told my arm will heal in two months, so I have to give up cooking, cleaning and having fun until May. I might as well shoot a bullet to my brain.