RE: dem bones, dem bones, them shattered bones:
Yep, been there. Only it was my shoulder that got scrunched. So vibes. [move=left,scroll,6,transparent,100%]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/move]
To make things worse, I'm right-handed, and it was my right shoulder. The cast wrapped around my torso, down my arm (holding it up with my arm parallel with the ground), then a nice bend at the elbow, with everything braced with a stick so that the arm wouldn't weigh itself down and re-dislocate my shoulder from it's healing position. Writing with my right hand was a disaster, of course, since the cast looped around my hand, making it impossible to use, opposable thumb or no. Figuring out how to write with my left hand, even to print, was fun.
As was feeding myself. Fortunately, I was recouperating at my parent's, and Mom was a good food-cutter-upper.
And forget about bathing. Stinky feet was not the problem, stinky pits was.
The worst was when the cast was removed. My shoulder muscles had atrophied, and the pain was gigantic. Just be forwarned on that one.
Rehab, on the other hand, wasn't too bad. Try to arrange for a cutie or hunk as your specialist.