From Cast to Splint

This post is being written by my daughter. All spelling and grammar mistakes are hers and hers alone.

The cast is off!

Yes, it has been six weeks. Six of the longest weeks of my life.

If I felt better, I would celebrate more.




This morning we arrived at the orthopedic surgeon's office very anxious to get the blue cast removed and move on to the next step in returning to normal.

First the Fiberglas was cut top and bottom with a sound wave saw. Then pried open with a special pliers and gently removed. Once again I could see my arm.

The doctor was happy with the x-rays. The arm is mending and no surgery is required. The break that he suspected might be a problem is looking better than he expected. All good news.




For the next month, I have a removable splint.

Check out the finger swelling. They hurt, but not as much now that the cast is off. I'm hoping the swelling goes down this weekend and the pain decreases enough so I can get a good night's sleep.

Monday is my first appointment at "Hand Therapy". Meanwhile, I'll wiggle what I can wiggle in preparation for what is to come.

Hopefully they'll be gentle. Please don't tell me your therapy horror stories. I don't want to know.