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It hurts, sure, but you're definitely not going to die. Why bother spending your hard-earned money and wasting a precious afternoon sitting in the ER? Why not just let your body handle it? To find out if letting nature run its course is a wise decision, we spoke with Dr.
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Wayne Johnson, an orthopedic surgeon. You could, but it wouldn't be ideal. It all depends on where the fracture occurs and how bad it is. There are two main types of fractures — displaced and non-displaced. To demonstrate the difference, let's pretend you're munching on a chicken drumstick. In once instance you bend the drumstick until you hear a faint crack.
From the outside the drumstick looks fine, and still feels relatively solid. This is known as a non-displaced fracture. In another instance, you really wrench the heck out of that drumstick, and now one end is flapping around. This is known as a displaced fracture, where the two broken ends of the bone aren't lined up and even might be overlapping. If your fracture is non-displaced, then you're in luck.
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75 Heart Touching Broken Heart Quotes
I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt.
It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over me. Let the rain come then if it must come!
And let it wash away the dust that hurt my eyes! It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack. Whatever you did for them, whatever you gave them, whatever you let them take, it could never be enough. Never enough to be sure. Never enough to satisfy them. Never enough to stop them walking away. Never enough to make them love you. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams. It has endless potential.
Then they leave, creating a void in your heart that may fill back with time but will never be complete. How can a heart hurt this much and still go on beating? How can I feel this bad without dying from it? Not a shattering, not a tearing apart, there is nothing shrill or grandiose about the sensation. It is merely an internal realization that something treasured you never knew you had is leaving forever.
Love is supposed to heal, to be your haven from misery, to make living worthwhile. I hate it and am ashamed of it, and I must somehow repair this heart and put it back into its normal condition, as a tough somewhat scarred but operating organ. Real love means sacrifices and hurts and all the thousand shocks of life.
But it also means beauty, true beauty. It can either cut you open to the core and leave you in ungodly pain or it can free your soul and lift a tremendous weight off your shoulders. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.