One year later

[magid]

A year ago yesterday, I broke my left index finger. As Prog put it, it's my "one-digit anniversary." A longish description of the accident is in this post, with a lot of description in later posts about the recuperation process. I still have a bunch of physical therapy paraphernalia hanging around the house.

So, at the one year mark, I think I've mostly got my finger back. Not completely; there are still times that I notice myself avoiding using it quite as I used to, not relying as much on its strength, not cracking the knuckle any more. Still, I'm grateful that this much has returned to me. And I am more grateful than I can say for all the friends who helped me through a traumatic time.

Comments

[bitty.livejournal.com]

"one-digit anniversary."

I am NOT going to filk this, am NOT am NOT am NOT.

[hrafn.livejournal.com]

Hurrah for the recovery! I remember when I sprained an ankle, it took so very long before I felt comfortable putting much stress on it . . . it seems things take longer to fully recover than one thinks they ought to.

[magid.livejournal.com]

I remember feeling like I was making great strides at first, but things slowed down as it got closer to "normal." I don't know that I'll ever have it back as it was, but reasonably close to that asymptote, as it were.
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if its broke...fix it

[dannarra.livejournal.com]

yeah, I know that feeling. I was lucky that the damage I did to myself was repairable, but it took a long time to get to the point where I would not worry about the dependability of, in this case, my ankle. The one thing that sucks about those kinds of injuries is that you will never be compeletly the same afterwards, but hopefully you learned something from the process.

Re: if its broke...fix it

[magid.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I was fascinated by the physical therapy, the whole process of it; it seems like a wonderful job (knowing that most patients will get better, not something always likely in the medical professions), helping people in just the ways they need.

And I learned I need to pay attention when I walk. Feh.
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