Well, physical therapy started this week.
At least I now have something to feed my over-analytical, worrisome side.. instead of continuously wondering "how bad is it?" or "when will I begin to move my fingers again?" I can torture myself using finger flexation techniques that I've been told to repeat on each finger of my injured hand every waking hour.
The true scope and gravity of my injury truly hit me on two occassions so far this week.
The first was during my therapy session, when the hand therapist showed me a basic timeline of what to expect and when during my treatment and rehabilitation. It truly struck me how long this will take... I mean, forget writing or swimming or playing piano... hell, I won't be allowed to start grabbing things with my hand until the middle of July! Then, of course, comes the sensory re-education that comes after the tendons are repaired...
So, that's where I'm at. Goodbye summer, goodbye fun in the sun... I'll be in a splint of some kind and useless until it's cold again!
My injury was also shoved in my face quite shrewdly by my would-be employer, who in an e-mail sent not only to me, but to multiple musicians asked if we could all come in for training in certain aspects of the job which was previously promised solely to me! Now, what could that mean?
I swear, I should've been a lawyer.... all this work, for what?