Just before Christmas, I had the misfortune to break one of the bones in my hand. It was the result of a brief moment of carelessness, catching my foot in a trailing wire during a computer install at a client site. For the next five or six weeks, I had the hand, wrist and forearm plastered up, but the break wasn't knitting at all. So the consultant put me on the operation list and allowed me the use of the hand back, with the proviso that I underwent physio to restore some of the lost function and power.
The day for the op arrived today. But the last three weeks or so have seen immense improvements in the hand's flexibility and it actually seems to have healed somewhat. The little finger remains a bit crooked, but the surgeon suggested that the possible complications in operating (nerve and tendon damage) probably outweighed the potential benefits of resetting the bone. So, after waiting over three months - no operation. I had thought this might be the case, but it seems that once you're in the pattern, getting out of an operation is more difficult than getting the original go-ahead, and my calls and requests for an earlier examination went unheard. Someone might have been able to make use of the slot that my recovery left vacant, but I guess it does at least save the struggling NHS some money.
The really ironic twist to all this is that given an extra and unexpected day at work, I went back to the original site where the damage occurred to do yet another system install...this time without incident.
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