I have broken both. The left one was far worse. In a 1000 foot ragdoll off a glacier and over a cliff, I broke the clavicle and scapula each into 7 pieces and shattered all the ribs on my left side, one of which lacerated my heart. This was in 1986.
A week after the wreck I had an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon. He said he would just leave me in a figure 8 and sling because if you put two pieces of bone in the same room they would find each other. I told him I wouldn't accept that because as a guide I needed to climb and carry a pack for a living. I said I needed to stabilize the side of my body as soon as possible and heal with no giant lumps. So he said ok, he would pin it. He made an incision the length of the clavicle, lined the fragments up, and threaded a pin through the marrow. It is straighter than a normal clavicle and I have better ROM than in my right shoulder, which I fractured out at the distal end a couple of years later.
Nobody knew about the laceration in my heart at the time. If they had he never would have performed surgery. I am glad and lucky that everything worked out ok. I had the pin in for 10 weeks and on the day it was removed, I climbed the First Flatiron. I couldn't lift my arm over my head yet, but I could climb an easy 5.4 face. Since then never looked back. Now they use plates and screws, which is probably less risky in terms of stability during the knitting of the bones.
You'll be fine.
I boiled my thermometer, and sure enough, this spot, which purported to be two thousand feet higher than the locality of the hotel, turned out to be nine thousand feet LOWER. Thus the fact was clearly demonstrated that, ABOVE A CERTAIN POINT, THE HIGHER A POINT SEEMS TO BE, THE LOWER IT ACTUALLY IS. Our ascent itself was a great achievement, but this contribution to science was an inconceivably greater matter.
--MT--
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