Fractured

I thought it was just a sprain, bruised muscles, maybe a tear, but the x-ray showed the imperfect diagonal line radiating from one side of my bone to the other, a crack. The pain is low, grumbling and inconsistent, when it disappears, I often forget and use the broken to push or carry or lift and then I’m slapped, reprimanded and left with the sting. My range of motion is limited, not just by the sling, but often by hurt or the fear of being hurt, again, after the last time I tried. I’m talking about my arm but it occurs to me, I could be talking about someone’s heart, mine, your's, mine, your's, mine. . . just not today.