Monday, January 30, 2006

End of Physical Therapy

My arm is all healed now, and I had a very sad good-bye with my Physical Therapist. We hugged and planned to have dinner sometime. Throughout our months together, we gabbed about everything under the sun. I told her about my soap-opera love life; she bitched to me about her husband (jokingly--they're very happy togther.) I miss my sessions because a lot of my therapy was just a glorified massage on my broken arm, and also they were a nice break from work.

But now I have these metal plates in my broken arm for the rest of my life. On the day of my last appointment, I bought a copy of my Xray. It looks very dramatic. Two huge plates and 12 giant screws are now implanted in my arm. In a couple of years my doctor said I can have them removed. But why would I do that? It's proof of such a cool war story, although I do have my scars to show too. My doctor said that actually most people just have them stay in because removing them would require another surgery. Most people who get them out are people who might have a propensity to get injured again, like a football player, because the plates can really screw things up in the event of a reinjury.

Well, unless I feel any real pain, they're gonna stay in. For a while, leaving the house after my broken arm was like leaving the house with a huge pimple. But now I'm proud of my scars. They make me look tough, which is always nice.

5 comments:

teahouse said...

Yes, I think that most people agree that a guy with battle scars is deliciously attractive!! You'll be fighting 'em off, I guarantee.

Physical therapists rock.

EM said...

hmm, in my x-rays i don't look tough, but i DO look thin. :)

Kristy said...

Do you set off the metal detectors in airports now? Do you have to go through the special "pacemaker" detector that blows air all over you? I've always wondered what that was like. =)

EM said...

ooh ooh, i went through that puffy detector that's like the Giant store in c'ville that blows air at you. only it feels creepy like you're in an upright MRI or something. a little claustrophobic. and i watched not one, but two women ahead of me get their skirts blown up to show their undies (you'd think the second one would have known after the first one had it done that she needed to hold her skirt down). they claimed who went through the detector was random, but tell me they didn't plan that!

marshmallow said...

wow. that's a lot of metal to be implanting into one body...you're almost bionic at this stage eh? i'm thinking will smith from I, Robot...