On Monday, when I had finished about 45 minutes of exercises, my therapist asked if I wanted ice put on my wrist and hand. I have never had or been advised to use ice on my injuries so I thought for a minute and said no thank you and went to catch my train.
People, if the physical therapist asks you if you want ice, believe me, YOU WANT ICE.
On Wednesday I had two hours of PT. And I cried (breaking my record of 36 hours without crying).
It wasn't that she hurt me. She didn't hurt me. It's just sometimes I look at my wrist and hand, which look(ed) a little mangled and I'm back at the accident. So I cry. The physical therapist thinks it will be about two or two and a half months before we see significant progress. (I haven't asked the mental therapist.) It doesn't sound like I'll be able to use a pen by October but I'm okay with that. She also told me my hand will be swollen for about a year and reminded me I've only been out of the cast for a week.
Time moves slowly for me.
Today I learned that I am one third of the way through my treatment.
I/they have made remarkable progress. This week we worked on my wrist, pinkie and thumb and succeeded in increasing mobility.
And I think you'll agree that's it's looking pretty damn good too.
I'm learning lots of things during this process...here's a good one:
the best wrist surgeon in the city and the worst wrist surgeon in the city have the same co-pay.
It's research that pays off.