last post? Well, I am happy to report that my wrist no longer looks like it, but rather like the stone bridge I once photographed in Southwestern France. Even stonier. They put a humongous cast on it, so heavy that I feel like I am wearing a statue's hollow arm. I can barely drag it along (I wish I could set it on an arm-level wheeled platform and push it in front of me). The good news is that because it keeps my arm up in a permanent salute, it does wonders to minimize swelling.
The surgeon didn't have to do a bone graft but he put in two plates, including a very long one which will need to be surgically removed after two or three months. If they left it in, I wouldn't be able to bend my wrist again. Ever.
I broached the subject of typing: yes, probably after they put in the permanent cast sometimes in early August. Photography? Sure, if I can operate the camera with one hand. Mixing dough? The surgeon laughed. He probably thought I was trying to be funny. When he saw I was serious, he said no way. Then he asked how much my camera weighed. His mouth formed an "O" when he heard. He said: rule of thumb, nothing heavier than a cup of coffee!
This summer is definitely marching to a different drummer...