I went in for my surgery follow-up and an evaluation with the physical therapist today. Per my doctor's request I moved and worked my fingers as much as possible during the two weeks I was in the cast. I approached the exercise like a typical overachiever--set little goals for myself every day, pushed myself to the point of pain and exhaustion, etc. Today I walked into the doctor's office able to throw up rock horns
, flip the bird, and make a fist. My doctor was thrilled. He said my finger mobility has put me way ahead of the game in terms of rehabbing from my injury, and thus I was sent off to the physical therapist with his full blessing to be fitted for a removable wrist brace.
The physical therapist was equally impressed with how much mobility I already have in my wrist and hand. My fingers won't need any PT at all beyond keeping them moving as much as I am now, and other than improving the already halfway decent movement I have in my wrist, I don't have a ton to work on. The only things that have been a challenge thus far have been tilting my hand back at the wrist (supination, I believe) and turning my hand over so the palm is facing up when my arm is extended out (also supination, I think). And even that isn't pain so much as stiffness.
I was extremely curious as to how my wrist would look after the cast and surgical dressings were removed. Honestly it didn't look that bad. The forearm has lost a little muscle tone, but it's hardly a chalky, withered dead arm. There's still a little puffiness around the incision site, but the incision itself is practically healed (yay absorbable sutures!). I complemented my doctor on his artistry--not only is my plated bone looking awesome on x-rays, but I should end up with just a thin two-inch scar for my trouble.
Naturally, I took pictures of the unveiling that I'll get posted on Flickr soon. We all love a good horrorshow.
So now it's four weeks in this removable brace and then I'll be able to get back on skates. Even if I can't do any contact, at least I can get back up to speed in terms of endurance. Maybe I can help coach the new girls we get after the league tryout next weekend or help out the refs (need any bodies jazzometer
?) until I'm cleared for contact and falls again--in June, most likely.
Incidentally, whenever someone asks me about my wrist and how I hurt myself, I tell them and then I flyer them. My physical therapist was my latest victim. Got to get butts in the seats at Du Burns on May 3!