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Thursday, 10 October 2013
Suddenly, surgery. WTF???
On Friday I managed to badly injure myself while attempting to take the till receipt from the checkout attendant at Tesco (Really!). It was so bad I immediately went to minor injuries unit to look at my hand.
They put my hand in an old-lady-style dressing and referred me to the hand clinic on Wednesday. Cue a weekend full of me clumsily knocking stuff over and insisting I can still lift & carry with ease (LIE!), followed by a hand cramp incident on Tuesday which meant I had to come home from work.
By Wednesday I was really ready to see a doctor, but I don't really enjoy hospitals that much. So wasn't it nice of them to forget I was there for 2 hours!!! At least when they realised their error they booted me to the front of the queue and gave me preferential treatment from there on it.
One pragmatic doctor assesment later (he just grabbed my thumb and bent it back quickly and i screamed) and i'm on my way to X-ray. 20 minutes later I'm sitting in from of the doctor again (protecting my thumb this time!) and he's telling me that what I need is reconstructive surgery as my volar ligament (?) on my thumb is basically not there any more, and they'll have to open my thumb and my wrist up to reconnect one to the other using tissue they will stretch from my forearm.
I just have a sore thumb! please be kidding!
but they are not. I am on my way to having what the doctor described as the most complex surgery they do on that part of the body.
Followed by 6 weeks in a cast and then months of physio.
I can't believe it. I'm just shocked, and more than a little scared. Its my right hand and I am right handed, and I can't help thinking about what would happen if it goes wrong.
I am also worried for wife. she already has 3 people with ASD in the house to worry about, without then having to pick up the slack for the things I can't do during my rehab.