On Wednesday, I had my six-week checkup at Shriners. The place was hopping; Dr. K had just gotten back from doing some mission work with kids in Ethiopia, so everyone was eager to see him — especially me! I couldn’t wait to get my cast off. I had been wondering, with a mixture of anxiety and excitement, what was going on under there and how my arm would look.
Dr. K and his orthopedic team started off by draining my leg — I’ll spare you those lovely details. Then they got to work removing my cast. I’ve never broken a bone or had any reason to be in a cast before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. The saw they used was pretty cool. Even though it sounded terrifying and cut through the fiberglass cast with ease, the blade couldn’t cut you if it hit your skin. Medical gadgets are pretty amazing.
I was worried about it possibly being moldy and gross under the cast, but Dr. K said everything looked great and was headed in the right direction. The incisions are healing up nicely and the new flap on my triceps (where the new muscle and nerves are) appears healthy. Yay! Good news. My arm may not be the prettiest anymore — there are quite a few scars — but, oh well, it’s worth it. And it’s just nice to be able to see my arm again! Continue reading “Adios, cast!”