Two week post-surgery appointment this morning . . .

March 6, 2024

 

Still pecking, but possibly not much longer!

Tw0-week post-surgery appointment with doc 10 AM today.

The nurse cut off the splint, plus cut and pulled out the stitches, commenting that the three inch incision was healing perfectly.

I was concerned that I might have jostled shattered parts of the bone out of place during these two weeks when I inadvertently pushed or pulled or twisted enough to stir up pain. Wondered what new X-rays would show.

VOILA! EVERYTHING IS ALIGNED PERFECTLY!

The doc had told me he might put a hard cast on the wrist during the March 6 appointment, and I assumed he meant one of the really hard thick white ones that would be even heavier than the splint and thus throw my balance even more out of whack.

But no. What he meant was this: removable. So that I can begin to do up/down wrist exercises with it off, plus take showers without having to put the arm in a waterproof bag, plus not just do the homeopathic comfrey (Symphytun Officinale), but also smear on the two comfrey salves dear Babette ordered for me.

And, I have a feeling that I will soon start to type with that hand as well.

Next appointment with doc? Four weeks hence, by which time I expect to be fully healed.

 

 

GRATITUDE: despite? because of? broken wrist slowdown

March 5, 2024

Still pecking. (Broken wrist.)

Hard to get used to this extreme slowdown of my usual fast-paced activities. Luckily, for my sanity, I’ve managed to claw back both 3-4 mile daily walks as well as probably 3/4 of daily yoga/chikung/taichi. But no matter what, this temporary disability unbalances me, so that I find myself moving slowly, carefully, through my days. Which reminds me: “Ann, you are getting old!” Hopefully, I will retain this new appreciation of what old people go thru when I get back up to speed.

Besides the usual two hours of “physical culture” (walking, physical practices), Ive also taken on a daily one-hour, one-handed task of cleaning, discarding, reorganizing the many-year accumulation in my bedroom/study. I would not have embarked on this task except for my broken wrist slowdown. So, grateful!

Tomorrow, 10 AM, I see the doc again.