Broken left humerus Surgery and Suck: Depression Help!

I broke my left hemurous 5/19/17  The pain was unbearable.  I had surgery 1 week after the break.  2 hour surgery turned into 5.  1 week later I was put into therapy.  I was prescribed Percocet.  Therapy gave me a removable cast and wanted to try and force my arm to move 5 days a week.  After 3 months of therapy ... which also gave me a frozen shoulder.  After 3 months the OS said to discontinue therapy because my arm will not move until he goes in and releases the capsule and then back in therapy 5 days a week for a month.  In this surgery (when I schedule and can commit to the schedule) he will also remove the plate, screws, and pins.  My arm is stuck in a 90 degree angle (L Shape) I’m not in pain but I can not flex my arm.  I can not rotate my wrist.  I just turned 39 , I honestly don’t think anything is going to help my arm and I just seeing my left arm permanently disabled.  I don’t have any hope right now.  Anyone have the same problem? Did you ever heal?  I tripped over a curb landed right on my elbow. FYI .. 

thanks in advance 😢

I broke my humerus mid-shaft 7/2/17 & my elbow was stuck in a bend.  Physical therapy & 6 months later I finally have full range of motion in my elbow, & I had been really doubtful that I would get to that point, because it seemed frozen.  I am still working on getting full range of motion back in my shoulder & strength back in my arm.  But the elbow healing has given me hope.  Hang in there, we'll get there!

Alright, so here it goes...I'm 21  years old and have never broken a single bone in my body.  On 01/23/18  I fractured my humerus (distal).  What a great way to start off the new year right ? I was in the car with my two friends going to see the driver's grandpa in the hospital due to his recent surgery. So, we're driving on the parkway and everything was just a normal day everything was going as planned as so I thought. Im in the back seat of his jeep liberty and not using my best judgement as I was not wearing my seatbelt.  There was this group of kids in another vehicle racing around doing about 100mph.  My friend (whom was driving) took it upon himself with two other passengers in his car (me and my bestfriend)  to follow them and do about 90mph on the parkway and chase them around with them, playing cat and mouse trying to be "cool". The kids in the other car sped past us at this point; and since my friend was too concerned about racing them as I told him numerous times "You need to slow down!" He almost missed the exit ramp...but instead of missing the exit and taking the next one which was probably 1,000ft away, he decided to try and make the exit ramp (which btw was a limit of 25mph) doing 90mph; mind you in a top heavy truck. His tires also were not the appropriate manufactured tires for his vehicle, considering he does  off-Roading and  if he turns all the way to his left or right the tires grind and rub causing them to lock....Anyway, he tried taking the sharp turn onto the exit speeding, and couldnt make it. Our car drifted and skidded off the road and next thing I know he had lost control of the car; thus leading us to be doing 90mph into the wooded area off the parkway and right into a fairly large tree. As we hit, I went to brace myself with my left arm stretched outwards, touching the back of the driver seat. My eyes wide open the entire crash, the  airbags deployed, and I yelled to my friends to make sure they were ok and to get out of the car. accident seemed so  surreal and it was almost like my brain could not fully register all of this going on. At this point, I didnt feel any pain, I climbed out of the backseat,  opened the door,  and just immediately fell to the ground from the shock and pain that I was experiencing. My bestfriend was ok, just banged up and the driver perfectly fine.  As I lay on the floor, I realize I can only move my fingers but could not move anything above my wrist.  The pain was excruciating at this point. I had thought i had my phone in my hand so I yelled to my friend  that something wasn't right and that she needed to call an ambulance  immediately. I lay there thinking "omg this isnt happeninf right now! This didnt just happen!"...but oh it did, this was no dream, but my worst nightmare, that had come true.  Three other cars pulled off the road who had witnessed this nightmare; 2 people being doctors, making sure that I was conscious and comfortable till help arrived. The ambulance came with their EMT and some individuals from the Fire Dept. Now i've never been through anything like this in my life, so you could  only imagine the fear that was going through my head.  The wonderful Woman who was the EMT was talking to me through this entire scene, trying to keep me calm. She said "yup it looks like distal fracture", so she splinted my arm to a board and I was yelling out in so much pain. Then they rocked me back and forth, supporting my arm and got me on a stretcher. They lifted me up, and guided me into the ambulance and I was off to the closest hospital. Every little bump in the road killed my arm and I was so scared to even think about what was to come next. They rushed into the hospital with me, wheeled me into the trauma unit and lifted me from the stretcher cart onto a bed. They wheeled me into a room and several nurses, doctors, ortho specislists, and radiologist technicians were examining me. The rest of my clothes were immediately cut off and I was stripped into a hospital gown. This one nurse, she was with me through the entire thing, holding my hand, telling me "it's going to be ok",keeping me sane, and explaining to me what the Doctors were talking about (since I had no idea of any of the medical terminology they were consulting about). I thank god for that nurse for being by my side. After, they wrapped my arm and put me in a soft cast and immobilized my left arm. They gave me a sling and then placed me in the ER. Eventually...I got a room with this sweet older woman who was praying for me day by day and making sure I was constantly ok and comfortable physically and mentally. Here I am, in a hospital, by myself (they didnt allow any family or friends to stay over night) so I was terrified. They had me on fentanyl, then it switched to a morphine drip (which made wonders). The next day 01/24/18 at 9:30am I went into surgery and under anastecia. The surgery took 3 1/2 - 4 hrs, it took me an hour to wake from the anastetic. There is now is a titanium plate and screws holding the distal part of my humerus together. I was put back in a soft cast and back into my room. I was then placed on tylenol and oxycodone, both every 3 hours to fight the pain. I finally was discharged from the hospital 3 days later and I was terrified to go home at this point and have to do this by myself. Although i had my friends, family, and significant other helping me do easy things such as: helping me go to the bathroom, showering, helping me up and down (as I could barely get up), brushed my hair, etc...I'm greatful for all the help, support, and love that I have been recieving (even till today). It's been 8 days now since the accident and 1 day since I followed up with my surgeon. At the follow up, he took the cast off, told me it was healing great and just left me to use the sling, as my arm gets tired and sore. I'm now waiting to start physical therapy and just so nervous for that chapter. I'm horrified and scared, because I already am going through such pain. Today I'm able to stretch my fingers out and hold my wrist up slightly. It's a struggle to lift my arm, but I try when i'm not exhausted. At night the pain reaches it's highest level and i'm lucky if I can sleep for 2-3hours a night; I sleep lying up on the couch as that is the only kind of comfortable way for me to lay. This traumatic experience has put a fear in me, there's days and nights that I'm up crying, emotional and depressed, and I have my doubts about ever having full extention and range of motion in my arm, but I hope once Physical therapy starts, it'll only get better from there. I know I have a long and hard road to recovery ahead of me, but i'm thankful to even be alive. Thank you all for sharing your traumatic experiences, as I have read every single one of them and it has helped me emotionally and mentally knowing that i'm not alone. The best to everybody who is still in recovery! 

Hi everyone, just wanted to share my happy news. I went to the doctor yesterday and he took me off all restrictions. He wants me to start to try to regain strength in my arm. I tried some exercises last night with a pop can...man is pop can heavy! Still a way to go, but feels good to know everything is as it should be and I'm on the upswing. Hope everyone is healing and staying positive!