That I didn't know before.
The orthopod I've been seeing since I hit the rink floor last summer referred me to a hand guy, who is sending me for an EMG (nerve conduction test), after which he wants to try another cortisone injection before he scopes my wrist.
So I've got at least until the end of the year to deal with a stupid hand that is even stupider than usual, as the hand guy said up front his surgery calender is full until after the new year. Just as well, I don't want to be a cranky crab full of wires in a cast to my armpit when I'm trying to cook Christmas breakfast!
So I'm in a holding pattern until Friday, when I'll hand-carry my EMG results back to the hand guy. I suppose he'll pop in the cortisone while I'm there. Happy joy.
I'm knitting slowly, spinning as the mood takes me, and making my husband do the housework :D
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