OK. I have had a few injuries in my lifetime. Most recently and maybe most pertinent to me to this day is my broken arm. Is a broken arm the worst thing in the world? No…not really…but it hurts like Hell! I had had a pacemaker installed 2 days prior. So I was loopy and high on pain meds…LEGALLY!…and was going to go to the movies with my youngest sister, Abbey. This was in 2015. I passed out from getting up from our couch too quickly. I got lightheaded and mixed with being on opioids was a really bad combination. I woke up on our hardwood floor with my arm out of its socket, bent backward, and completely mangled. I was in shock and the only things I could think of were, “Fuck! I’m in trouble!” and “Get to your phone…NOW!” Since my phone was in my pocket on the side where my broken arm was, I could not reach my phone. Thank God Abbey was there. Otherwise nobody would have known I had fallen. I’ll tell you what hurt most of all about my broken arm. It wasn’t the physical pain…there was almost none seeing as I was on Morphine and high as a kite. It was seeing the look on my mom’s face when she came into the hospital room to see me. The look on my mom’s face when she saw me and my arm was one I hope I never see again till my dying day. I felt so bad seeing my mom like that. I started crying because of the look on my mom’s face. It didn’t really register with me how badly I was injured until my mom came in and broke down. A few days later, after observation in the hospital, I had surgery on my arm. I wound up with a metal plate and 8 screws in my arm. But that’s inside me so odds are, unless I split my arm open to the muscle, you’ll never see that. What you will see, though, is a wicked cool, kickass scar running from my upper arm to my elbow. The old saying, “Scars are just tattoos with better stories” might be true; it may not be. That’s up for debate. But what I do know is this scar was cheaper than any tattoo I have ever gotten (I wound up with a scar for free thanks to insurance) and the most painful. To this day it still kind of hurts to lift my left arm all the way above my head. My left arm is stiffer than my right arm is. The aftermath of the surgery left me with 40 staples in my arm to help the wound stay closed. So when all is said and done, if the worst thing I ever get is a pacemaker and a broken arm, I feel fortunate. At least it’s not life-threatening like cancer or something like that. So that concludes this post. Per usual, feel free to write in and thanks for listening!

Author: AuTom Spectrum Blog

I have Autism and am a self-advocate and public speaker. On the side I do stand-up comedy. I live in Baltimore County and have an AMAZING girlfriend


  1. Our scars are tattoos with better stories! We both also have our two matching zipper scars! You can barely see the scar from my right ankle surgery. It’s faded down really good! Our scars are awesome! My mom was sad to see me hooked up to all the equipment after my last open heart surgery. It hurt me to see her that way. Once I was able to talk I was able to show her that my nails were no longer blue which made her smile. Scars are awesome!


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