It’s been exactly three weeks since I was discharged from hospital at the beginning of the year. Three weeks since the fateful accident and three weeks since the operation, this is what my hand looks like now:

The stitches have been removed last week, and this week, it was the dressing’s turn to go. What’s left now are 2 fingers full of scars, dried and dead skin, and wound scabs; the remnants of a New Years I won’t be able to forget.

I’m still in the splint full-time at least until next Thursday. Hopefully then, I’ll have my left hand back, but I fear it would never be the way used to be. I’m still on a strict hourly exercise regime and a scar massage therapy to help the hand recover. But both doctor and therapist said that the sensations and movement range would not recover 100%. My left hand, though not my master hand, has always been the stronger one. I rely on my right hand for accuracy and my left for strength.

Hopefully, they will recover as much as possible though. I’m crossing my fingers (at least the ones I can).

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