Recovering

It’s been about two and a half weeks since I broke my wrist and I’m getting along much better. I’ve had surgery to put two pins and a plate in it, graduated from cast number 1 to cast number 2 to a sort of Marvel Superhero type black splint I’m wearing now. As you can see I’m even typing again.

I have to do physical therapy to regain full range of motion for my wrist. Right now I can’t hold my hand palm up or straighten out and my thumb is kind of numb. And I can’t wear my wedding or engagement rings. Supposedly it takes six months or so to get your full activity level back.

Kids must be much more resilient than adults, because I broke my arm pretty badly when I was 10, and I don’t remember having or needing any physical therapy (or surgery). As soon as the cast came off, I was fine. I guess middle-aged bones aren’t so lucky.

I’m pretty much off painkillers now, prescription and over the counter. Just a little Tylenol at night sometimes. The first day they gave me something really strong when they reduced the fracture. I had a dream that Sarah was holding my hand in her little hand. It was so nice.