Five years ago, I did a clumsy thing. I tripped going down some stairs and broke my wrist and the elbow on the same arm. This was after breaking my other wrist the year before.
The fracture in my wrist was set without any problem, but my elbow was a mess. The doctor tried to get it back in place. No luck. I then had to have surgery. My elbow was kind of crushed and just didn't go back together well. It healed slowly and is weak and it hurts to this day. I guess when you get older, you don't heal as well.
When I woke up after surgery, did I ever have a surprise! My new granddaughter had been born in the same hospital. I convinced the nurses to let me go to the fifth floor to see her. What a crazy day.