Doc found another fracture in my wrist – one he didn’t spot the first time around. Not uncommon to miss them, apparently (I’m amazed they can see fractures on x-rays at all — so subtle). While I’m able to to type two-handed now, I still can barely move a spoon into my mouth – anything remotely resembling twisting the wrist is painful. The frustration mounts, ready for life to return to normal. Want to work on the house, change diapers, push the stroller, throw Miles up in the air, run away and join the circus.
Disclosure: Wrist pictured is not my own.