today is the anniversary of my wrist surgery. actually, to the date, tomorrow is the anniversary — but i felt that having surgery the day before thanksgiving was more significant than having it on 24 november, so i shall celebrate wristmas every year at thanksgiving. really, it’s one of those “the five days of wristmas” [...]
just got back from my five-weeks-after-surgery followup appointment. my wrist is healing awesome — yes, like a hundred million hot dogs! i got examined first by a resident, who seemed mildly surprised at first that i was out of my brace and okay with the world in general, not particularly in pain or anything. he [...]
given that a lady’s fingers proclaim her behavior, mine betray that i was broken: the other day i noticed that all the fingernails on my right hand have noticeable ridges in them running across the top of the nail, about, oh, say, two months’ growth out. that is really weird. i can’t stop running my [...]
i have figured out why physical therapists are all nice and friendly and sweet. it’s because if they weren’t so disarmingly cute and nice, there would be no reason not to kill them for inflicting this kind of pain. ow. ow. ow.
i’m really excited. i slept without my stupid brace last night — really, because i went to bed without it on and said “ah, fuck it” rather than get back out of bed and figure out where i left the thing — and have gone without it all day. my wrist is getting better… much [...]