Today I got thrown headfirst back into the Real World. Last week is something of a blur, with surgery, lots of pain medications, and lots and lots of Netflix. I am still frustrated that I cannot do, or it is difficult to do many things that I usually take for granted.
This morning, after dropping the girls off at their schools, I had 2 patients in the Hospital to see before driving up to the next city for a follow up appointment with the Hand Surgeon. The nurse cut my cast off before the Surgeon came in, so I got a good look at the graffiti.
Including the signature of both the Surgeon and Anesthesiologist.
I saw the Dr. for about a minute and a half. He pushed on my thumb, which pre-operatively would have made me wince, but is no longer painful. "It's fixed!" he said. I am now in a small, neoprene splint, with instructions to do my own hand therapy 3 times a day. I return to the surgeon in 4 weeks, unless I have problems.
Hip Hip Hooray!
1 year ago