As some of you know about eight weeks ago I feel down some stairs and broke my arm. If it had been a normal break I should be healed by now, unfortunately it wasn’t. Lots of people have been asking about it and up to now I have been a bit vague about it. Mainly I didn’t know myself until recently and now I do know I wanted to tell my boss first, so she didn’t hear it third hand.
Now I have seen a nerve specialist and spoken to my boss I can reveal my arm and wrists is screwed. I will have to face the reality that my dream to win the Wimbledon men’s single title is probably over.
I will have limited use of my shoulder and will never be able to raise my elbow above shoulder height. To be honest as don’t see myself joining a neo-Nazi group or re-join an evangelical church that isn’t going to cause me too many problems. The worrying thing is my wrist and thumb. I have either snapped or stretch the nerves. As the use of it is not returning over time it’s increasing looking like they are snapped. This means I can’t write or type. It is also useless for a lot of other things especially cooking. I can type and write with my left hand but not as quickly or accurately. I’ve been given a splint that helps my type with my right but it’s slow and painful. I’m not using it to type this because I’m fed up of the pain. (I know I’m a wimp.)
The specialist I saw has two possible solutions to repairing my wrist and thumb. The first being grafting a nerve, which has a small chance of working. The second being grafting a muscle on to my wrist. So, I’m looking at more operations and pain (yippie). I’m back at work now which is going ok. The progress of my book is even slower but it’s still progressing. I’m popping painkillers like a rock star and sleeping badly. When I have the operations I’ll bore you all with another post of how it went.
Next week I’ll be back to my usual drivel about writing.