Traumatized hand #2
THE UNFORTUNATE DEMISE OF MY RIGHT HAND
From a right-handed mystery writer
The Tortuous Journey
I was sent home with a full arm splint. The refrigerator continued to stand there rigid and silent even after it saw my condition! Not a word or movement. It had changed, somehow, since I left for Urgent Care. Like it didn't care. It just went about its business.
After two weeks of the silent treatment from my refrigerator, I got used to it. I realized something was wrong with the diagnosis of a sprained hand. So I checked around and found an Orthopedic Surgeon who specialized in hands and wrists in Culver City.
It took two weeks to get an appointment because the doctor is so good. Another two weeks of not knowing what was wrong with my hand and facing the unrepentant refrigerator. I was tempted to call the police since it was acting so strange. It had to be guilty of plotting and instigating the attack. But who would believe me?
The doctor took one look at my hand and announced that I had torn the ligament off the bone between the first and second fingers of my right hand. "This will require surgery," he proclaimed.
After getting my head wrapped around the idea of "surgery", I scheduled an MRI with a consult the same day. Another week passed.The day before the MRI my doctor came down with the flu! Fortunately, the Physician Assistant was in and met with me to discuss the findings of the MRI and discussed surgery. We then scheduled surgery for...two weeks away. That makes it seven weeks since the incident. I'm sure the refrigerator is pleased with itself.