Family Celebration

The specialist spent two or three minutes saying he didn't like the angle of the first x-ray, but that he wanted to see us tomorrow long distance at his own clinic tomorrow to repeat the x-ray with his super-qualified staff there.

That meant a day of possibly not knowing again! And a day off work, AND another cranky day with us both! Ugggh. Just kill us now!

Then he says....finally (so as to draw it out and torture adequately), "...but, hey, either way, I don't see any reason we can't get this stuff out tomorrow."

Whew. Did he just say that? Huge sighs. Our questions. Still a go.

He'll wear a splint and get started on weeks of therapy as he now has no muscle mobility in that arm and little in his hand.

Apparently the first time, they basically have to manually break the tendons apart that have fused together.

So, I'm the cheaffeur tomorrow, and hopefully, not the naseated one. I've seen a lot, so I think I can handle it all. (I've never seen pins ripped out of bone, but hey, always a check mark to add to that "reasons I'll love you forever" spousal list! He went through labor with me. Surely I can suck it up.)

Praise God on high.