Who knew when I smashed my thumb in my car door at the beginning of the year, that I would still be dealing with it?
I certainly did not. I did not think it was important enough to see a doctor right away, and at the time, worried only that I would lose my fingernail - and that would be gross.
Three months later: The fingernail is still there, and has even started to grow again (I have not had to trim it all this time). And it's STILL looks kind of gross. But that's beside the point. I got some good news today -- the MRI I had earlier this month confirmed the previous discovery that no bones were broken, and also doesn't indicate tendon damage (which means it probably won't require surgery - HOORAY).
But I am still unable to bend it at the knuckle - which means I am not able to use my right hand for simple tasks like grabbing a Starbucks grande latte, or using scissors. This is due to swelling of the tissue there, which has not diminished, even after three months.
So today, I got a steroid injection in my thumb. It hurts, but my doctor is hopeful that motility will improve over the next few days. If so, she plans to stick me with one that's more powerful than the one she gave me today.
And I'm probably still going to have to consult with a hand surgeon for a second opinion. And undergo physical therapy.
With any luck - this is the last post I'll write about the thumb.
And tonight, I'm breaking out the purple nail polish I bought last month, so the nail I've still got doesn't stick out like a er, sore thumb.