Oh, I hope Dr. Hanna is not reading this…
It was two weeks ago I broke my wrist in a crash. On Monday after the crash I got fitted in my waterproof cast. It was waterproof only in the fact that it could get wet.
On Thursday I refereed a high school boys varsity district championship match. When I returned home and showered I started to get the chills. The night was awful. I was running a high fever and the pain in my hand was almost unbearable.
On Friday I went back to Dr. Hanna who cut off the cast fearing infection in the wound in my hand which was under the cast. I would deal with the fever until Wednesday. I was drained once the fever broke. I was also on antibiotics to kill the infection if it was biological.
In hindsight, the pain was probably sweat inside the cast from the game which seeped into the open wound. It was very painful and probably unrelated to the fever.
Yesterday, Friday, I returned to the doctor with the expectation of being recast. Instead, Dr. Hanna looked at the wound on the hand and examined my wrist. He was reluctant to cast over the still-open wound on my hand and decided to leave my wrist in a removable splint so that the wound will continue to heal.
The next course of action is an X-ray in another week and then, “if things look good,” remain in the splint for six weeks.
Of course this allowed me the opportunity to ride with The Bike Lane group in Reston. But I wasn’t ever real comfortable. I normally enjoy riding in the pack but not today. One wrong move by another rider and I could go down. And if I went down on the wrist it could break all the way through. So I ended up keeping contact but a safe distance.
The other concession I made was to stay in the saddle for the entire 28 mile ride. I envied my friends as they popped out of the saddle for an extra burst on the steep climbs. But I did not want to stand and put weight on my wrist. I may have given up a little on the climbs and I didn’t bomb the descents but it was nice to ride again. Ultimately, I am hopeful that forcing myself to stay in the saddle, one gets out because it’s easier, I will become a stronger rider.
Four days in a cast. Not bad for a broken wrist.