2.5 weeks ago I was able to watch as the ER doctor pushed my bone back into my hand, washed the bloody wound with saline solution and stitched up the big gash across my hand.
Today I almost fainted as I watched the nurse pull out the stitches. There wasn’t even any blood.
Adrenaline is a funny thing…
Also, I heard some awesome news today.
“Starting tomorrow you can get your hand wet.”
It’s really a funny thing how the most mundane piece of news can be extraordinarily great news in the right context. In the context of my healing it means my wound has finally closed. It means there’s no longer any worry of infection. It means I can finally take a shower without a bag taped over my arm. It means that I’m on the mend and I’ll be back to my usual self pretty soon, though perhaps slightly more ambidextrous than I used to be.