Nov
12
Stitches Are Out!
Now it’s time for physical therapy, and I’ll see the doctor in eight weeks.
I’m not supposed to lift more than ten pounds. He said it twice, made eye contact, and pointed at me, so I know he means it. I guess I looked like I was planning on going bowling or something, which is funny since my wrist feels like it’s pretty much at its limit just lifting my hand.
Almost forgot: I was totally pumped to finally be able to wash my hand, but now I have to keep it dry for two more days. My hand is just about chapped after two weeks of no moisture or air.
Nov
12
Losing the bandages and stitches this afternoon.
It’s about time This thing’s getting a little gamey.
Nov
7
Surprisingly, what I miss the most is handwriting.
I don’t really write that much out by hand, but I’m realizing now that what I do write by hand is important.
For any non-trivial problem, I tend to scribble out a 10,000 foot view of my solution as I think about it. I do it in such an unconscious manner that it took the temporary loss of my writing hand to even notice. It’s nothing formal, and most of the time I don’t even refer back to it, but apparently it’s an important part of my process.
Nov
5
Back to work today
I spend the majority of my typical work day hidden away in my cube, so wearing sweats shouldn’t be too much of a problem.
My hand is still pretty sensitive. I tweaked it pretty badly just attempting to tuck my shirt in, even though the sweats provided plenty of clearance. Fortunately I’m carpooling with Amanda, so I can go ahead and take a pain pill.
Amanda helped me shave (both face and head) this morning, so I’m feeling the cleanest I’ve felt since the surgery.
More later.
Nov
2
Day Four Arrives, And So Does Typing (Sorta)
The day of the surgery was just about making it through the pain, even without moving my fingers.
As the days pass, the pain subsides and becomes more associated with any sort of pressure against my hand or fingers. I had fairly full range of motion in my fingers yesterday, but was treated to sharp pain when I absentmindedly used my right hand to try to reposition the pillow I use to elevate it.
This morning I’m finally able to so a sort of “type and peck” style of typing. This consists of typing normally with my left hand while using my right hand in more of a “move the hand instead of extending the fingers” manner.
I still won’t be able to grab or pick up anything for several weeks, but knowing I can apply enough pressure to press these keys is a relief. Now I just have to be sure not to overdo it.