Last appointment...hopefully

Well, folks...I had what was supposed to be my last doctor's appointment yesterday morning.  I went into the doctor's office with only the worst case scenarios in mind.  Is he going to put me back in a hard cast?  Maybe I'll spring for the glow-in-the-dark this time... Is he going to say I need surgery?  Maybe I'll get some good pain meds... Is he going to lecture me again for not being careful enough?  Maybe I'll come up with a smart ass comeback this time...After spending a fun filled weekend in Lake Tahoe for the 4th, I felt like I had done my wrist a few disservices.  I wasn't exactly careful with it.  I wore the splint on the jet ski...but I'm not sure it made any difference. It just got really wet and made my arm all prune-y.  The constant lifting of beer and cocktails was also quite the strain on my arm.  I didn't notice the soreness until the following day though...I wonder why.  Oh, and then there was the mini-golf.  I didn't wear my splint while I played because it was still soaked from the jet ski ride. Now that I think about it though, I don't think the mini-golf hurt me much.  I tried to keep it as straight as possible while I putted, which probably explains why I had, BY FAR, the worst score of our 8 person group.

I also completely forgot to put extra sunscreen on the pale half of my arm, so I now have a tri-colored arm.  Tan fingers. Red hand. White tan line from a hair tie I wore at the lake. Red forearm.  Tan elbow.  It's quite the look.  Dr. Heyman actually said "Well, it doesn't look too swollen.  But, I'm trying to figure out why you are so bruised."  He cracked a smile when I told him it was just a purple sunburn.

Final verdict- I was cleared.  Unrestricted.  Finished.  Done like a turkey on Thanksgiving. Stick a fork in me. Dun-zo. Tupac must be alive.

If I still have pain in 2 months, I have to go back.  Everyone, please cross your fingers for me that I never have to go back to that awful, awful place.  I have this fear that he mixed up the x-rays or something, and I'm going to get a call this afternoon saying that I need an amputation.  For right now, though, I am going to try and accept that I am once again a 2-handed human being. 

If you don't mind, I will issue one more complaint about this whole situation (for old times sake).  I had finally adjusted to asking people for help all the time.  Now I have to actually lift stuff on my own again!  Lame.  I could have other people cut my toenails and tie my shoes. And when I say 'other people', I really mean Anne Lee.  I also had a real reason to whine about laundry.  You can't always complain about laundry, because everyone has to do it.  But, having only my left hand, my friends and family actually let me get away with feeling sorry for myself on laundry day...and almost every other day.  Most of all, though, I had something to talk about.  What the heck am I going to talk about now?

Ok, yes, I realize that was more like 4 complaints, but who's really counting?

Countdown to recovery:  -1 day.  I'm marking July 6th an official JCM holiday.  I think I'll do handstands every year on July 6th in celebration.