Tuesday I met with a hand surgeon, Kim-Chi Vu, thinking I was going in for surgery, since that was recommended by the ER doctor in Bemidji, Minnesota. It was just a consultation, and I was very worried she would try to put my dislocated thumb back in place again. She was very gentle, though, and did not believe I would need surgery, though I was prepared for surgery and had an overnight bag packed, because it was a two-hour drive to her clinic. I told her again that I made my living playing the piano, and that did not make a difference. She looked at the X-Rays that I brought with me on disk, but I did not have the accompanying paperwork with me. She suggested coming back that week (as she was going on vacation the following week) to have a new, removable cast/splint fitted. I was glad I had my bag packed, and scheduled an appointment for the following morning.
I called the hospital in Bemidji the next morning and asked them to fax the documentation to Dr. Vu, saying that my appointment was in an hour. By the time Iwas there, and finished getting my cast fitted, it had still not arrived. I have a nagging feeling that if Dr. Vu changes her mind about my needing surgery, it will be too late to do any good. Also, this new cast gives me much less range of motion in my four fingers, so I don't think I'll be playing the organ too well on Sunday. I'm getting depressed, frustrated, and bored - which is extremely rare for me.
I called the hospital in Bemidji the next morning and asked them to fax the documentation to Dr. Vu, saying that my appointment was in an hour. By the time Iwas there, and finished getting my cast fitted, it had still not arrived. I have a nagging feeling that if Dr. Vu changes her mind about my needing surgery, it will be too late to do any good. Also, this new cast gives me much less range of motion in my four fingers, so I don't think I'll be playing the organ too well on Sunday. I'm getting depressed, frustrated, and bored - which is extremely rare for me.