Well, I've decided that as a type of catharsis, I'll be using my journal here to give reports on my injury, physical therapy and everything related to it. I'm hoping that by going back and reading previous entries, I may see my progess better. Anything to stave off depression...
So, last Saturday I tripped over the dog barrier, fell on a glass and severed 3 tendons and a main nerve in my left hand. An E.R visit, 19 stitches and one surgery later, and I find myself confined to a plaster cast for at least 4 weeks, physical therapy starting next week and progressing twice a week indefinitely and the very real possibility that I'll never regain the level of motion or feeling in my hand/fingers that I had before the accident.
Bummer. But, there has to be a silver lining somewhere. I know it.
I may lose my job that I just got... they might not want to wait around for 6 months to see if their new piano teacher can ever play again.
I may have to give up all I've fought for since I've started college what, 7 years ago now...
But right now, I have shorter-term goals. Learn to write my signature with my right hand. Learn to put the dogs' collars on... learn to extend my thumb and index finger out again.
Baby steps. Physical therapy starts Tuesday.
I will not give up on myself. I'm too close to who I want to be.
Bring it on.
I'm not a quitter.
(x-posted to my own journal)