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 better! i’m so pleased.

first of all, today, i was doing my physical therapy , and suddenly realized that i could turn my wrist palm-up at not just more than a 90° angle — which was previously all i could manage, and that on a good day — but all the way to about 3/4 of the way (or about 135°). i still can’t do much in the way of flipping my hand back more than a smidge, or about halfway down, and side to side (think, a royal wave) is right out as i can barely go either way, but i’m extremely excited about the twisting.

this inspired me to try doing downward dog, modified slightly (foam brick for my right hand, which was in a fist rather than flat, so my weight was on my knuckles). and it worked! it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world for my poor sad knuckles (though better with my foam blocks at home than with the wood blocks at the yoga studio — meep!), but it was possible. i am extremely excited. i haven’t gone for yoga class since before i went to atlanta, but now i’m thinking i might stop by tomorrow. if i’m more trouble for the instructor than it’s worth, for whatever things i have to modify or skip, then i can give it a little while before coming back again, but i miss it.

yaaaaay, dr. mass! nice man who fixed my stupid broken wrist! woohoo! (well, i’m sure there are also some residents who got to help implant surgical steel into my body who deserve credit, and that cute physical therapist who couldn’t read dr. mass’ handwriting, but, you know, he’s the only one whose name i caught…)