Update on the healing process
After having my right hand and arm immobilized for over three months, it was scarry to see what came out of my cast. The upper part of my right, hand, and forarm had decided to grow more hair. This hair does not look like the rest of the hair on my body. It's dark, thick, course. It grew in places I never had hair before. My arm looked like a baby deer or a man hand.
Something seems very off about the way fractures and breaks in bones are medically treated. I understand that the bone has to heal back, at the same time when an entire part of your body is immobilized, there are healthy muscles and mobility around the injured area that become depleted due to this segmented immobilization. There has to be a better way to heal fractures and breaks. For me the greatest difficulty in the healing process wtih the fractured scaphoid was bringing strength and mobility back into the healthy muscles and limbs. My whole hand was dead for about a week after removing the cast, not because the fracture but because of the cast immobilization.
Since being in Cannes I swim every day in the ocean. It's been a week and my wrist has avout 85% mobility back! I couldn't have written a better prescription for myself: Swim everyday in the Mediterranean Sea.
I love this sea. You know how it feels when someone scratches and massages your head? That is what I feel all over my body everytime I go for a swim. Something about the sun and sea nurish my existence on every level. Swimming swimming swimming. I'm in awe. I can't put full body weight on my right wrist yet. In time. Downward facing dog will have to weight a few more months.
I sat at the beach with Stefanie the other day and she asked about the scars on my left leg. I hadn't really looked at them or touched them. There is a part of me that's scared to look to see what really happened. A part of me afraid to touch because it still hurts. My walk has slowed greatly. My left leg really took a beating. No broken bones though.
I showed her where the pedal puncutred the lower inner left leg. Her face felt the pain. She asked about the scars on my knees. The large one from tearing my ACL playing basketball at age 13 the others from the accident. Then the brusie and the four inch long indention on my left hip from where the truck hit me, that will never go away. I have aquired many scars over the years.
I'm reminded that I am still healing, to be patient with myself, and to love my body and it's process.
Something seems very off about the way fractures and breaks in bones are medically treated. I understand that the bone has to heal back, at the same time when an entire part of your body is immobilized, there are healthy muscles and mobility around the injured area that become depleted due to this segmented immobilization. There has to be a better way to heal fractures and breaks. For me the greatest difficulty in the healing process wtih the fractured scaphoid was bringing strength and mobility back into the healthy muscles and limbs. My whole hand was dead for about a week after removing the cast, not because the fracture but because of the cast immobilization.
Since being in Cannes I swim every day in the ocean. It's been a week and my wrist has avout 85% mobility back! I couldn't have written a better prescription for myself: Swim everyday in the Mediterranean Sea.
I love this sea. You know how it feels when someone scratches and massages your head? That is what I feel all over my body everytime I go for a swim. Something about the sun and sea nurish my existence on every level. Swimming swimming swimming. I'm in awe. I can't put full body weight on my right wrist yet. In time. Downward facing dog will have to weight a few more months.
I sat at the beach with Stefanie the other day and she asked about the scars on my left leg. I hadn't really looked at them or touched them. There is a part of me that's scared to look to see what really happened. A part of me afraid to touch because it still hurts. My walk has slowed greatly. My left leg really took a beating. No broken bones though.
I showed her where the pedal puncutred the lower inner left leg. Her face felt the pain. She asked about the scars on my knees. The large one from tearing my ACL playing basketball at age 13 the others from the accident. Then the brusie and the four inch long indention on my left hip from where the truck hit me, that will never go away. I have aquired many scars over the years.
I'm reminded that I am still healing, to be patient with myself, and to love my body and it's process.
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