Tuesday
Feb172004
a good day at the fracture clinic
Tuesday, February 17, 2004 at 10:59AM
Yesterday was a good day.
For one thing, my friend Rand came to visit. The visit was planned before I finally got my fracture clinic appointment. When the clinic called, Rand volunteered to come to the appointment with me as part of the visit despite me warning him that there could be a long wait, that I might need more X-rays, that his afternoon in Toronto could turn into a dull and interminably long visit in a hospital waiting room. Luisa and Reid had to wait two hours for their son Michael's appointment at fracture clinic last Friday.
Rand said he would bring something to read, just in case, and for me not to worry about it. Yay for good friends. :-)
Happily, there was no waiting time, and the doctor in the fracture clinic was available to see us right away even though we were early. I was pretty nervous; ever since spending a lot of time in them when my mom was dying from cancer, I've never been crazy about hospitals. I appreciate what they do and the staff who work in them, but just being inside one is still a bit of an unsettling experience for me.
The doctor asked me questions, looked at my X-rays. I'm glad Rand was there to help supply the part of my brain that went missing. As most of you know, for example, I have had tendinitis in both arms for nearly a year (mainly my right arm), to the point where I had to use voice-activated software instead of the keyboard.
So of course when the doctor asked me if I have ever had problems with my right arm, I brightly said, "No!"
Duh.
Anyway, it turns out that the initial diagnosis from the doctor I saw in the emergency ward in Huntsville was incorrect. The fracture clinic doctor said he didn't think there was a break, that I should not use a sling anymore, can gradually start doing exercises. I'm supposed to see him in two weeks, just in case, but it certainly sounds as if I suffered a strain or sprain instead of a bone break.
I was so happy about this new diagnosis that I had to restrain myself from leaping off the examining table and giving the doctor a huge hug. :-)
So now I'm trying to decide whether I should rebook my California trip; I'm going to wait a few days to see how my arm feels. The original booking was on frequent-flier points, so I don't have to worry about increased fare. I'm leaning slightly toward not rebooking since my right arm, even if not broken, is still not in great shape, and I really want to avoid another setback in my tendinitis. Woke up at 3:00 a.m. this morning and had to take a painkiller; I think I was a tad overenthusiastic in trying to get my right arm back to normal activities after the appointment.
Nonetheless, I am much happier than I was a week ago because unless I do something stupid, my recovery time from my ice skating fall should theoretically be much shorter, which means my tendinitis recovery time should be that much shorter, which means I should be able to get back to my normal typing that much sooner.
:-)
For one thing, my friend Rand came to visit. The visit was planned before I finally got my fracture clinic appointment. When the clinic called, Rand volunteered to come to the appointment with me as part of the visit despite me warning him that there could be a long wait, that I might need more X-rays, that his afternoon in Toronto could turn into a dull and interminably long visit in a hospital waiting room. Luisa and Reid had to wait two hours for their son Michael's appointment at fracture clinic last Friday.
Rand said he would bring something to read, just in case, and for me not to worry about it. Yay for good friends. :-)
Happily, there was no waiting time, and the doctor in the fracture clinic was available to see us right away even though we were early. I was pretty nervous; ever since spending a lot of time in them when my mom was dying from cancer, I've never been crazy about hospitals. I appreciate what they do and the staff who work in them, but just being inside one is still a bit of an unsettling experience for me.
The doctor asked me questions, looked at my X-rays. I'm glad Rand was there to help supply the part of my brain that went missing. As most of you know, for example, I have had tendinitis in both arms for nearly a year (mainly my right arm), to the point where I had to use voice-activated software instead of the keyboard.
So of course when the doctor asked me if I have ever had problems with my right arm, I brightly said, "No!"
Duh.
Anyway, it turns out that the initial diagnosis from the doctor I saw in the emergency ward in Huntsville was incorrect. The fracture clinic doctor said he didn't think there was a break, that I should not use a sling anymore, can gradually start doing exercises. I'm supposed to see him in two weeks, just in case, but it certainly sounds as if I suffered a strain or sprain instead of a bone break.
I was so happy about this new diagnosis that I had to restrain myself from leaping off the examining table and giving the doctor a huge hug. :-)
So now I'm trying to decide whether I should rebook my California trip; I'm going to wait a few days to see how my arm feels. The original booking was on frequent-flier points, so I don't have to worry about increased fare. I'm leaning slightly toward not rebooking since my right arm, even if not broken, is still not in great shape, and I really want to avoid another setback in my tendinitis. Woke up at 3:00 a.m. this morning and had to take a painkiller; I think I was a tad overenthusiastic in trying to get my right arm back to normal activities after the appointment.
Nonetheless, I am much happier than I was a week ago because unless I do something stupid, my recovery time from my ice skating fall should theoretically be much shorter, which means my tendinitis recovery time should be that much shorter, which means I should be able to get back to my normal typing that much sooner.
:-)
| February 2004 comments: Read | Post | LJ |
tagged Uncategorized
Uncategorized
Reader Comments