Six weeks after my accident and I finally feel like I am on the mend. I got my cast off last week and today is the last day I have to wear a splint. Tomorrow my arm will be free at last! Unfortunately, though, I am far from being 100% recovered. Although my broken bones are almost all the way healed by now, my muscles and tendons have a long way to go. When your body experiences trauma of this sort and then is immobilized for several weeks, everything tightens up. When my cast was first removed, I had almost zero range of motion in my wrist and only about 50% range of motion in my fingers. I started physical therapy and have been doing stretches, applying heat and icing my wrist and it is slowly but surely getting a little more movement. The stretches really hurt and I hate doing them. I have to do about 15 minutes of stretches 6 times a day, which makes my wrist and hand really, really sore. My physical therapist thinks I will need about two months of physical therapy twice a week to get myself as fully recovered as possible. He also says I’ll never be 100% again, but he’ll try to get me close. So, I’ll just keep trucking along, looking forward to the day when I can put this all behind me.
My doctor had instructed me to hold off on exercising until my next appointment in a month, but I just couldn’t wait. The day after I got my cast removed, I loaded up the girls in my double jogging stroller and was about to walk them to the park when my oldest daughter asked if I was going to run that day. I thought about it for a minute and said, “Yes, I am going to run today!” So instead of our 2 mile walk to and from the park that I had been doing, I did a three mile run with them. I’m not going to lie. It was really, really hard. I felt like I was going to die. My knees were hurting by the end and I wanted to collapse, but I did it. And later, when I had recovered, I felt so good. I was so worried about getting motivated to get back into exercise after this whole fiasco, but not anymore. Since then I have gone for two other 4 mile runs, one of which I set a new personal record for myself, running just under a 9-minute mile pace. I’m so happy to be back in the game (at least partially) and I finally feel like myself again.