I had my post-op appointment today and they removed my stiches. Ew, ew, ew. That is the WORST feeling in the world. Mike said the doctor went from smiling and being jovial to having a very serious look on his face when he realized that I was, in fact, crying. It was that icky.
My hand feels weird, which I expected after basically being in a cast for two weeks. It feels fragile, like just opening a door is going to snap it off. I know that isn’t the case, but I’m still wearing my old wrist splint until I get over the strange feeling.
I have butterfly strips on my hand now, so I still can’t get it wet until tomorrow night. I’m just happy to have my hand back. And my thumb, my thumb! Oh, how I love having a thumb again, even if it feels strange at the moment. Plus it has that craked skin, “cast for two weeks” look right now. I don’t care though – it is beautiful! A thumb!