A quick update:
The cast was really bothering me and I knew I would end up utterly exhausted if I had to live with it until the post-op appointment in two-and-a-half weeks. So we called the hospital on our way to the city yesterday morning and left a message. Since we hadn’t heard back by the time my daily cancer treatment was over and it seemed silly to drive home only to come back later, we decided to go straight there.
I explained to the receptionist how the weight and bulk were starting to hurt my shoulder and I couldn’t even use a sling because the thickest part was located under my armpit and pressing painfully against my chest whenever I tried to hold my arm against my body. She called a nurse.
A few minutes later we were ushered into the cast room.
There we waited and waited. Medical staff came and went, all very kind and understanding but in the absence of my surgeon, nobody seemed to be in a position to decide what to do.
A young nurse finally said she would fit me with a sling and make sure I knew how to use it. I pointed out that I had been using a sling from the day I broke my wrist to the day of the surgery and that a new one wouldn’t solve the bulge problem. She seemed at a loss for ideas.
I then mused aloud that the post-op cast-maker had most likely been a man since the necessity of leaving room for a breast had clearly not entered his mind (I had still been under sedation and never saw who did it). The nurse murmured that she didn’t know about that, but by that time all the female patients in the room were chuckling, nodding and sharing their opinions of men (rather disparaging, I am sorry to report, although they took great pain to exclude my husband whom they all agreed seemed very helpful), and the staff knew surrender was the only option.
The surgeon was contacted and next thing I knew someone was slicing below my elbow with what looked like a crazed pizza cutter. Oh! The relief…
I am including these two pictures of Seattle parks because I feel very lucky to be receiving medical care in a city where there are so many places to rest both one’s mind and a broken wrist…