I was so looking forward to getting my cast off this morning and I did. The sick and twisted part is that it is still clearly broken. And bruised. And swollen. My pinky flops like a dead, bloated fish. I still have a small sore where the bones punctured the skin too...As I voiced my confusion the Dr said something stupid like, "Oh no, a break like this can't heal that fast. It'll be at least another month."
Rat-bastard! He didn't tell me that before! No wonder the bitch still hurts and was still swelling off and on in the cast! I thought for sure I was just being a whiny-baby. Perhaps not. Now I'm just a pissy bitch.
So now my fingers are taped together. I am to start moving my hand and wrist so they don't lose mobility but I'm not allowed to use it for anything. I don't wear anything to protect it from dogs, kids or dumb-ass people that bumped into me even when clearly wearing a cast. I go back for more X-Rays for another month and might be ok'ed for Physical Therapy then.
"Frustration" doesn't even BEGIN to cover it! UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!