My journey through wrist surgery – 6/18/10
On Friday, it was another journey back to New York City. My wife and I got there early so we were able to enjoy a nice vegan lunch at Zen Palate. afterwards, we headed towards the hospital and made our way into the waiting room. After about 15 minutes we were called in to an exam room to get my stitches removed. Eventually, the doctor came in and cut off my soft cast. My wrist looked like Frankenstein, not because the surgeon did a bad job, but rather because of all the stitches. One by one the surgeon started to take out the stitches and for the most part it was painless. There were one or two that hurt a little, but nothing worth mentioning. I also told the doctor that the pain in my wrist felt like it was pushing the bone out of alignment. before I knew it, she grabbed a pair of pliers and began to twist the pins. The pulling was a strange sensation, more like pressure than pain. then I got to pick out the color of my cast. HMMM, what color should I pick? Neon orange, purple, hot pink, blue? I think I’ll stick with black. I know it’s not fashionable or wild, but I like black and it matches my gi. the doctor put my cast On And Began to Mold It So That My Wrist Was Straight. She Did a Great Job And I Went on My Way.
No Comments »
No comments yet.