And it continues

It's been 3 weeks since the fiberglass came off, and well, 3 weeks since my last post. I will personally apologize to 2 people in particular for not writing- you know who you are.

I had my 4th, and what I expected to be my last, doctor's appointment yesterday. As stiff as my wrist still is, I had this glimpse of hope that I would be cleared to play volleyball, do handstands, and maybe even throw an occasional shot-put. I have GOT to stop getting my hopes up. Apparently, my fracture looks the same as it did 3 weeks ago, when Dr. Heyman said "give it 3 weeks." Now, that 3 weeks has turned into 6, and my original 12 week recovery time line is back on.

I could tell that Dr. Heyman felt bad. Deep down, he really wanted to say "GO! Run around! Use your hand! Drive with your right hand! Lift with your right hand! Do whatever your right hand wants to do!" But instead, he looked at me with that usual blank stare and said in a rather monotone voice, "Give me 3 more weeks. Then we'll be done with each other."

As part of my job, I coordinate the execution of both paid for caterings and sponsored marketing events. Since we are a small operation, I personally end up shifting around a decent amount of catering equipment. Some of this equipment is not the least bit lightweight. In fact, some of it is pretty heavy. But it's part of my job, and they pay me to do it, so I try not to complain. (Please note the word 'try' in that last comment) So when Dr. Heyman asked me yesterday if I had been lifting heavy things since I got my cast off, I felt myself turn a crimson shade of red. Anyone who knows me should be familiar with the color- my face turns this shade fairly often. Anyways, I hadn't had more than 2 seconds to respond when he said in a not so monotone voice- "DO NOT DO THAT." He then proceeded to show me the x-ray of a guy who just HAPPENED to be my age, who just HAPPENED to have an appointment earlier that morning and whose bones just HAPPENED to still be up on the x-ray viewing thingy. This guy also just HAPPENED to have broken his scaphoid a few months back. For some reason, I think Dr. Heyman had anticipated that I wouldn't have followed his orders and was armed with plenty of ammo to make sure I listen this time. I guess this guy didn't let himself heal, and now his bone is literally in 2 pieces and needs a bone graft, screws, etc, etc, etc.

Thank you, docta, for once again scaring the poo out of me.

I'm so ready for this to be over. I wonder if I could get some sort of workman's compensation settlement because my job prolonged my recovery.  I'm gonna go discuss that with HR.

Countdown to full recovery: 63 days down, 21 to go.