tears
Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2001 6:08 pm
As many of you know, Ian had the biceps lengthening surgery this past summer (along with full pec major release). We were thrilled with the results of the surgery and even happier that Ian's extension recovery meant no dynasplint as had been planned. Well, now Ian's therapist has recommended that we go ahead with the dynasplint to gain the remaining extension...yesterday we met the dynasplint rep (very nice and informed) and Ian was fitted for the splint.
The splint is a big, heavier than expected mechanical looking THING. I was taken aback by it's appearance, but didn't say anything in front of Ian, I just treated it very matter of factly. He acted bored by the fitting but I knew he was paying close attention underneath.
Last night when he went to bed with it on for the first time he cried. I know exactly how he feels. Most of the time we move through our days (even therapy, etc.) very accepting of his injury and the seamless role it plays in our lives. But sometimes things like big ugly splints jar us out of our acceptance and reawaken the anger and sadness. Just another steep drop on this roller coaster ride.
I'm sure that with time the splint will fade into the fabric of our lives just like therapy and all the rest of the minor and major adjustments we make every day in relation to this injury, but for today, that big new splint stands out very clearly. Along with that image is the knowledge that Ian will probably be using that splint on and off for a great deal of his life ahead to maintain and readjust as he grows and as his body changes (according to the splint rep).
Today is a dreary day. I hope tomorrow will be sunny.
Thanks for being there to listen.
Bridget
The splint is a big, heavier than expected mechanical looking THING. I was taken aback by it's appearance, but didn't say anything in front of Ian, I just treated it very matter of factly. He acted bored by the fitting but I knew he was paying close attention underneath.
Last night when he went to bed with it on for the first time he cried. I know exactly how he feels. Most of the time we move through our days (even therapy, etc.) very accepting of his injury and the seamless role it plays in our lives. But sometimes things like big ugly splints jar us out of our acceptance and reawaken the anger and sadness. Just another steep drop on this roller coaster ride.
I'm sure that with time the splint will fade into the fabric of our lives just like therapy and all the rest of the minor and major adjustments we make every day in relation to this injury, but for today, that big new splint stands out very clearly. Along with that image is the knowledge that Ian will probably be using that splint on and off for a great deal of his life ahead to maintain and readjust as he grows and as his body changes (according to the splint rep).
Today is a dreary day. I hope tomorrow will be sunny.
Thanks for being there to listen.
Bridget