A week after my surgery, I taxi to the X-ray service, and after an hour and a half my results are ready to take to the surgeon, whose office is across the road. He declares the fix to be good, removes the dressing and fits my forearm with a black brace. I must gradually leave this off over the next two weeks, and gradually start to mobilise my wrist. They make an appointment for me to see the hand therapist the following week.
From there, I jump in a taxi and head to a city hotel where I am speaking at a law seminar. My presentation was prepared only the day before - until then I had not felt well enough to work on it.
Then my friend Victoria collects me and we go to a shopping mall for coffee, a long chat and some poking around the shops. I can't try anything on without removing the brace, so I just look around, and resolve to come back when I'm wearing easier clothes.
The brace feels very comfortable. It gives a wonderful feeling of stability, and it enables me to move my arm a little more.
Who knows when I'll be able to drive again? I'm happy to pay my hairdresser for a twice-a-week wash and blow-dry (I can't hold a hairdryer at the moment), but I'm less happy to pay for taxis to get there. I decide to start walking. It will be good for my health and I'll burn some calories. If I can get there within 45 minutes, I'll walk.
It only takes twenty minutes to reach the hairdresser.
I walk to the shopping centre and buy one of the dresses I'd looked at. Hah! Pleased with myself.
My son drops me at the gym or at my Portuguese class, and I walk home. Happy to be a bit independent again.
And finally, I feel like singing again. I resume my lessons and my teacher helps me regain my confidence.
At the weekend, we go out to the Cabaret Festival. I'm determined to dress up, even if it is a bit difficult - I'm sick of wearing tracksuit pants and loose shirts. Don't care about the brace - maybe I could get a matching one for the other hand? My dress is bright red velvet, with matching necklace and earrings, stockings and heels. I booked for this show months ago. We're on Table 1, right near the stage. I sip a crisp white wine and let the wonderful Brazilian music course through my veins.
From there, I jump in a taxi and head to a city hotel where I am speaking at a law seminar. My presentation was prepared only the day before - until then I had not felt well enough to work on it.
Then my friend Victoria collects me and we go to a shopping mall for coffee, a long chat and some poking around the shops. I can't try anything on without removing the brace, so I just look around, and resolve to come back when I'm wearing easier clothes.
The brace feels very comfortable. It gives a wonderful feeling of stability, and it enables me to move my arm a little more.
Who knows when I'll be able to drive again? I'm happy to pay my hairdresser for a twice-a-week wash and blow-dry (I can't hold a hairdryer at the moment), but I'm less happy to pay for taxis to get there. I decide to start walking. It will be good for my health and I'll burn some calories. If I can get there within 45 minutes, I'll walk.
It only takes twenty minutes to reach the hairdresser.
I walk to the shopping centre and buy one of the dresses I'd looked at. Hah! Pleased with myself.
My son drops me at the gym or at my Portuguese class, and I walk home. Happy to be a bit independent again.
And finally, I feel like singing again. I resume my lessons and my teacher helps me regain my confidence.
At the weekend, we go out to the Cabaret Festival. I'm determined to dress up, even if it is a bit difficult - I'm sick of wearing tracksuit pants and loose shirts. Don't care about the brace - maybe I could get a matching one for the other hand? My dress is bright red velvet, with matching necklace and earrings, stockings and heels. I booked for this show months ago. We're on Table 1, right near the stage. I sip a crisp white wine and let the wonderful Brazilian music course through my veins.
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