I went a saw a specialist today about my wrist. What a fun trip that was.

Got there at 12:30 for my appointment, sat around, then found out after about 45 minutes that the doctor was held up with surgery. A while later he comes in, and a longer while after that it is my turn in the queue.

Go inside, explain my deal, he asks some questions, I answer politely. Then he suggests I go and get some more x-rays and a CT scan of my wrist.

Go upstairs, sit in that queue for a while, eventually get called through to interrupt my kids afternoon television viewing experience. Get my wrist pieces photographed and then hang around for a small eternity for the prints.

Head back downstairs and play this waiting game I am quite frustrated with again. I was starting to get irritable at this stage and was not really caring about the idea f getting fixed up. Eventually get called through again to see the doctor and have my x-rays and CT prints layout.

The doctor said my break, clearly being visible is borderline between being good and bad. Good in a sense that the edge hasn’t shifted much and given time it may heal perfectly, but it could also shift more over time. And bad in a sense that surgery is an option that should be considered. He explained both to me and what can happen with both of them, pros and cons. It being my left wrist though (I am left handed) I don’t really want to risk it healing incorrectly, early arthritis and loss of movement I opted for surgery.

It’s a little worrying. There are a lot more risks involved but the outcome is at lot more beneficial. After surgery, which is going to be less than 2 weeks from today, I have a cast for 3 days then a plastic splint and encouraged to use my wrist and hand straight away. Also have rehabilitation after surgery.

I signed the forms (as best I could with my right hand) and walked out of his office. It is now 5:45. I spent the whole afternoon sitting around in waiting rooms. Pretty stoked on that.

So, after my next meeting with the doctor my wrist is going to be loaded with screws, plates and wire for pretty much the rest of my life and some gnarly scars on the side and top of my wrist too I believe.

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