For the last 18 months, the Bug Man has been complaining that his wrist hurts. Now don't get me wrong. I try to be a sympathetic wife, but when someone complains about something every other day, you get numb.
He broke his wrist in July 2005 while trying to get rid of some wasps. (It's his job, don't you know.) The wasps weren't mad or anything. It was the ladder that was not cooperating and the Man fell off and landed all wrong. He put the ladder back on the truck, said goodbye to his client, and drove himself to the hospital. This was no small feat what with the truck having a manual transmission. The doctor reset the wrist and he was in a cast for six weeks. Six long weeks. The only thing that kept us all from killing each other was a subscription to MLB.com. The Bug Man watched a lot of Cardinals games on the computer to the frustration of Soda Chicky who couldn't use the computer as much as she might like.
After feeling sore and achey for over a year, the Man went back to the doctor. After doing an MRI and seeing a specialist, it has been determined that he has a torn ligament and the bones did not heal correctly. The ligament may well have been torn the entire time. This only shows up on an MRI which they didn't do at the time. So at the end of April he will have surgery.
They'll repair the ligament and put a plate and a screw in as well. If they need to, they will take bone chips from his hip to fill in the gaps. This is all out-patient surgery.
I asked my mother-in-law if she wanted to come take care of him. She said, and I quote, "Hell, no." This is very strong language from the MIL and indicates what a delightful patient her son is.
I am thankful that we will be into baseball season come the end of April. I am thankful that we know that some of this pain will be ended. I am not thankful that the Bug Man will be miserable for some time to come. And I am praying for patience for the Chick and I! Sigh....
4 comments:
Awww...sorry. He waited a year to go back to a doc? Reminds me of my own Man who walked around on what turned out to be a broken foot for six weeks.
I will be praying for you and your family through this "trial." I think I would rather have a M.I.L. who was like yours rather than one like my mom has... around ALL the time and pestering over her "baby boys" when they get sick (A.K.A. my 52 year old father and his 42 year old brother). Peace be with you and your fam!
FT has rheumatoid arthritis, and her lower thumb joint is threatening to separate from the rest of her hand, somehow...it can be very painful. So we're anticipating hand surgery at some point in time. Having acted as chauffeur the last time FT was unable to drive...maybe we can HIRE a chauffeur this time???...
One note, though. One of our friends, who was in an accident and had some very serious damage done to her hand and wrist (and she's a golf pro, yet) swears by Sabona magnetized bracelets. For Valentine's Day I got FT one, and she swears it helps her hand feel better. I got myself one -- for the looks, not the purported therapeutic powers -- and by golly if it doesn't seem to ease the achiness of my overused right wrist. I tend to be highly skeptical of such stuff, and I do not understand how magnets could have a beneficial effect on our joints...but I'm just sayin'. Until the surgery, anyway.
Oh, man. The Scientist fell off a ladder at a Habitat work site a couple of years ago and broke his wrist. Fortunately it healed well, but he carries his X-ray when he travels in case all of the impressive hardware sets off the metal detectors. I'll pray that this surgery and the convalescence (ah yes, I remember it well) are uneventful and successful.
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