I was sooooo looking forward to yesterday. It was the day my cast was to be removed. Well, it was removed. I had kind of anticipated that they'd tell me, "one more week....", so I wouldn't be disappointed during my visit. As it turns out, the entire visit took place in the cast room.
The doctor came by to see how I was doing. I told him of my soreness and he nodded accordingly. He told the ortho tech to remove the cast, and the stitches and set me up with a splint, but he'd be back after the cast came off.
The reveal wasn't actually what I thought it might be. I'm not sure what I thought, but it was all anticlimactic. I found out the stitches were disposable, so told the tech not to bother taking those out. When the doc returned, he had other ideas. He wanted them out - so out they came.
As the doc looked at my surgical site, I had a chance to see where my pain was and how it was in no relative area where the screw had been placed. Before the cast came off, I just assumed it was where my pain emanated. I was wrong. Hmmmm. I mentioned this, and he couldn't quite tell why, though we assume it might be how I was holding my hand while in a cast and still trying to type 6-7 hours per day.
It was the palm of my hand that freaked me out. Not just because the hand had not been washed in two weeks, but the bruising.
(now I know how Rob Porter's ex-wives feels!)
Again, no rationale as to why, as the screw did not come through to that area. Again, maybe just the palm against the cast - and it's horribly painful.
....but not enough to use my opioids. I still have 28 left.
The doc, asks how the pain meds are and if I needed anymore. Really? Another prescription? I told him I only took four and he nodded approvingly. He wasn't laughing that much when I asked him if he knew where I could sell the rest.
So, I went from cast to splint. The splint was warm and pliable going on......until it wasn't. It hardened and is actually way more restrictive in movement than the cast. I have no access or movement to my thumb.....on purpose. Buttoning and zipping my pants was incredibly cumbersome. Pooping for the next 8-12 weeks is going to suck!
The difference with the splint is, I can take it off to shower. I hope.
I tried to take it off to eat lunch yesterday and it was a struggle to remove....to the point of I didn't think it would come off. And it is
so sweaty underneath!
I don't know what the wound will look like once it heals. The scar will most likely be smaller than this, but who knows. It's actually bigger than I thought it would be. In the last pic, you can see two slightly larger than pin pricks in my palm. The screw was threaded which came out those two holes i case the screw broke, so they could pull it out with those threads.
Oh.....and the screw itself....
So, I can't start PT for at least four weeks. So it's just me and the splint (btw......my fifth with this injury......but who's counting?). If it's truly 8-12 weeks of PT, then I'm not done with all of this until closer to summer.
Balls.
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