True story, I got wasted on a monday night marguerita binge and fell over a chair, breaking my ulna near the elbow.
This was 3 years ago, BTW, when I was 18 and before I started to work out with weights.
I was so drunk, it didn’t hurt at all at the time… But when I tried to move the joint at all, it was a lot like the Rice Crispies commercials - snap, crackle, and POP!
So anyways, I passed out that night after a half bottle of gin and 6 ibuprofen, went to the hospital the next day and was in surgery in a week.
3 Pins were inserted down my forearm(3", 5" and 7" metal spikes! I still keep them) and 2 wires were put in to keep the ulna in place, then I was stapled up. I was casted and in hospital overnight.
For the next 3 months, I was doped up on codeine Tylenol 4s (8 per day) and mary jane (4 joints per day) for the pain (the doc only prescribed the first one, the second medicinal was self-administered). I was advised to go through rehabilitation at the university hospital.
And as part of rehab, I had to start working out the triceps to recover from the serious atrophy that had kicked in… And then it happened… I GOT HOOKED!
At first, I COULDN’T even bench the 45 lb bar due to tricep atrophy and intense pain, but I continued. I felt like a pansy, I couldn’t even do a frikken pushup! Women were lifting more than me! Hot, beautiful, tight pieces of 115 lbs. ass were kicking MY 6’3" 230 POUND ASS in the gym!!! Talk about humiliating…
For months, I worked on drop sets of single arm french presses for triceps, starting with 5 pounds per arm. Pssy weights, but eventually, after months I prevailed. Through sheer blood and guts, Dorian Yates style, I dedicated myself to not only recovering from the injury, but towards the goal of becoming a strong, hard, deadly mother fcker.
And I’ve never stopped going to the gym daily since then. I started at a bodyweight of ~230 at 35% lard and now, after 3 years, I am 240 at 12%.
I have completely redefined my physique. The only visual reminder remaining from this is lingering pains in the tricep tendon and a very nasty scar on my left elbow.
But enough stories, my point is this; you can come back from these injuries harder and meaner than ever before. By the time you’re back to full capacity, you will be mentally chiseled in iron!
People ask me if I regret breaking my arm, but I say it was a founding incident of my life which I wouldn’t change for anything! They may be confused at this statement, but breaking my arm was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Hope this helps; just remember that you can prevail - it’s not your muscles, bones, or tendons that limit you, it’s your mind.