Last week, the 20th of February... a day I will regret for a long, long, long time. I had an appointment that I was looking forward to keeping, that Thursday morning. The weather, here in the NY metro area, has been riddled with deep snowfall, mixed precipitation, some rain, re-freezes etc. I was being attentive to the icy coating on the sidewalk, so I walked in a driveway, which looked pristine. Boy, was I wrong. I slipped, fell and broke my LEFT WRIST in 3 places. Of course I didn't know that, at the time. All I knew was that it was deformed and my hand was in the shape of a weird claw that I couldn't open. The first thing I did was to pull my wedding ring off, because I've seen too many TV scenes in which the rings on swelling fingers have to be cut off and seriously endanger the health of the finger in question. Ugh.
I wasn't the only one who fell that day. The ER waiting room held no less than 25, but probably more than 30 people waiting to be seen. One did not have an obvious injury from falling on ice that morning but the rest were cradling arms, wrists, shoulder, had extended leg or head injuries.
The ER glut resulted in a 4/4.5 hour visit. When I left it, my wrist had been X-rayed, diagnosed as being triple fractured, numbed, reset, splint casted extremely tightly and X-rayed again after the resetting and splint casting. I was sent home with a sling, a prescription for a narcotic pain reliever and was told that if the bones shift, I will need surgery and if they remain aligned as they were in the post-compression X-ray, I would not need surgery.
This past Tuesday, I had a series of follow up X-rays and saw the orthopedic hand/wrist specialist on Wednesday. So far, so good. The bones are still aligned. More X-rays will be taken Wednesday and I will see the orthopedist on Friday. The big effort, now, is to get the fingers moving and reduce the swelling.
My left arm is at a 45º angle because the splint cast goes over and around my elbow and covers everything to just short of where my fingers begin. As uncomfortable as I am, I will gladly trade all this misery for the full use of my wrist and hand when this is all over. That, remains to be seen. Of late, I have taken to "fingering" scales in the air, just to keep my fingers moving (such as they can move) and "sight reading" fingering and playing by ear in my mind. (I'm a guitarist - or, at least, I was one) I don't know how far into occupational therapy, I will be able to tax the wrist to the extent that playing requires - or if I ever will.
I have been trying to grasp yarn and a large crochet motif with my swollen, restricted fingers, in hopes that I can make something soon. To date, I have been unsuccessful. My yarn crafting doesn't require the same kind of extreme torque and force in the wrist, as playing guitar, so I expect to fully regain my knitting and crochet chops. It's frustrating to be so uncomfortable and limited.
Tomorrow is a No Drama Crafters evening at Panera. I will go to commiserate with my friends, whether I can wield a crochet hook/knitting needle or not.