It seems like about a year ago that I went under the knife at an outpatient surgery center to realign the bones I broke in my wrist last June. The calendar tells me it was a week ago today!
I thought it would hurt like crazy to cut my wrist, saw some bones, stuff some synthetic bone material in place, and install a T-shaped metal plate. Well, it did hurt, but I soon found that a couple of Aleve once or twice a day took care of that. My only problem was living like a zombie for several days, apparently while the anesthesia was slowly leaving my body.
My sweet niece Lora was in the surgery center while I was being cut and sawed, but the doctor (Clark Robinson MD) wrote on my chart “No observation.” When the nurse explained that this was delicate surgery and the doctor didn’t want to run any chance of a distraction, we both accepted that. He’s the only orthopod surgeon at Mercy North who insists on that rule, but we respected him for it.
I stayed at Janet and Ben Qualls’ place in Nampa Tuesday and Wednesday nights, and for the next two days my eyes were shut most of the time. Even when I was enjoying a delightful meal with them (pizza one night), I was half asleep, with my eyes closed.
Friday I’ll see him again and be given a nice, short, arm cast that won’t be nearly so clumsy as the wrapped-up splint I’m wearing now.
Tags: Lora Hendrickson, Mercy North, Qualls, wrist, wrist osteotomy
