Second Post-op, Third Cast. Not A Happy Camper
Yesterday morning I was so hopeful for the weekend. I'd had my second post op visit after surgery, and hoped my hand/wrist would be freed from its prison in my second cast, maybe just needing a splint. Of course I walked out of there in my third (this one pink) cast. At least this one left my thumb and my knuckles free. Well, that didn't last. I had to see a PT, and she no sooner walked into the room when she decreed I needed to have a removable thumb splint, only to be removed when I did my therapy.
Back I go to have a custom mini cast made for my thumb. Which has to be held on by an ACE bandage, wrapped around my thumb and hand, imprisoning me once again. I know, I know. It's all for the best. It's just so aggravating!!!
I go back to the PT room and the therapist expects me to flex my fingers from the knuckles, one of which is now attached to a plate, straight down, something I'm unable to do at this point. She gets condescending, speaking to me as if simply couldn't understand. I will only take so much from anyone, including her, so let's just say I made myself very clear, telling her SHE was the one not understanding ME. After that, we understood each other perfectly. And no, she won't be my primary therapist!
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