Time for arms-day at the gym again!
My first ordeal of breaking bones is finally over, hopefully, it is also the last!
This Cast Stinks!
My cast finally comes off tomorrow, or at least I hope it does. They said it would come off today the last time I went in to get it x-rayed and recast. I need it off; I’m so damn tired of it; it stinks, like it literally stinks SO badly. I tried to use Fabreeze on it the other day, but it didn’t work, but funny story is that I didn’t have any Fabreeze, so I went to the store to get some and saw that I could turn the nozzle to spray it right then and there… so I did. Free samples? Yes, please! Well, it helped for like two days; oh well.
I’m looking forward to building strength back up in my hand and arm. I’m probably going to be sitting at home, watching stuff on TV while pumping that 5lb weight as much as possible. I might have to ice it every so often, but whatever it takes, I’m gonna do it. I can’t wait to get it strong enough to start pushing myself in the gym with upper body stuff! I need to get back to that so badly, I need to get back to boxing, and my trainer needs me to as well. We are both getting impatient, so I really need to get it off for good tomorrow and not leave disappointed with a new fucking cast.
On another note, in the last week or two, when I’ve been getting undressed for bed, I also try to take the cast off. Well, I don’t actually physically try to, but mentally I feel like I’m going to like it’s some sort of accessory that needs to come off. I don’t know if this is because I have become so used to it that it feels like an article of clothing or if I’m so desperate to get it off that I believe I can take it off like clothing I really want. Either way, I thought it was funny, like, haha, funny and not sad and pathetic funny, probably only because I am getting it off tomorrow.
I’m looking forward to just being able to get in the shower without it being a whole ordeal, or washing my hands like an average person. I’m so tired of using sinks with this anxiety or frustration because I got the cast a little wet. I’m looking forward to just wiping the sweat off my arm rather than wearing it in a damp cast for hours. I’m gonna be so relieved not to hear “what happened to your hand?” for hopefully ever. I’m so happy that I can use my laptop to type without accidentally hitting unwanted keys or to touch my phone on the mount in the car without accidentally turning on the FM radio. I want so badly to stop tearing up my clothes, and I really loathe having to add up how many articles of clothing I will need to replace.
I want my dominant hand back. I want to do things normally again, like brush my teeth, shave, trim my beard, shave my head, wash my body, hold chopsticks, hold any utensil, hold a steering wheel, turn a steering wheel, pump gas, carry anything, open doors, anything that requires hand precision, karate chop, tie my shoes, put my right shoe on, put on a shirt, and put on my right sock.
I’m waiting in limbo until the 23 of December for a follow-up appointment, hoping I’m not hurting it more.
Update!
Update! I got my cast off… sort of. I went to get the X-ray which they took the cast off for, but they were swamped, and even though I allotted a lot more time this time before therapy, it still wasn’t enough. So I ended up having to leave before getting the consult about it. So now I’m waiting in limbo until the 23 of December for a follow-up appointment, hoping I’m not hurting it more.
It feels fine. Some soreness and weakness, but I feel like it’s feeling better and stronger every day. I’m being careful with it and trying not to push it all that hard, but I don’t know what is hard without the doctor’s advice. But it is VERY nice to have it off, not to need showers to be a huge hassle and the same with anything I do at the sink. Having the freedom to do all the hard things I listed above is great. I’ve had limitations with my feet, but this was all new with a hand. It was difficult, but nothing compared to losing unhindered mobility. But hopefully, I won’t need to update this post any more!
The cute blonde receptionist that I was into, well, I asked her out.
Final Update!
My cast did come off for good after it was off, I went back a couple of days before Christmas, and they x-rayed it again. It turned out that it was fine; it did heal properly. I just needed to go easy on it for several more weeks. But I ended up getting back into boxing once, haha, before my plastic surgery.
A funny story from that last trip to the doctor for this. The cute blonde receptionist that I was into, well, I asked her out. I had phished the second to last time to ensure she didn’t have a boyfriend; she admitted she didn’t and only had her cats. So when I came out and got the word that I was done and wouldn’t need to come back, I went to her window and told her that I needed to set up another appointment. I said, “The doctor said I needed to talk to you to set up a time to take you out on a date.” I could see she thought that was clever, she said something along that line, and she was amused. Yet she followed up by telling me she had a boyfriend. I almost said, “wow, that was fast; 2 weeks ago, you were single when I asked about that,” but I didn’t; I didn’t want to call her out, so I just said, “well, he’s a very lucky guy” and walked away. That was that. It’s just a numbers game, after all.