I was at the doctor’s office at 8:30 just in case he was early. The office opens at 8. I sat their just dying inside. I would of been delighted to be at a Greek wedding right then and there to get rid of the anxiety. Smashing as many plates as possible!! It’s 8:45 where is he??? And then who comes waltzing through the door with an ear to ear grin. My doctor. I was so excited. So he took off the support plate and wrap and just looked at. He had me wiggle my fingers, bend them, grip his fingers yards yada. I got sent down for more Ex rays. It did hurt like a partial SOB when I grabbed his wrist with my left hand. All those little nerves around the hamate context to the unlnar(in your elbows) nerves.
But the 49 MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION WAS?Can I attempt to play???? He said EFFING YES but only for 5 - 10 minutes until I see physio guy tomorrow. He said to stop and not to play beyond my threshold. Like he couldn’t tell I was already jumping off the walls doing back flips I was so excited.
I am just trying to get my grip back to where it was. I have to find that sweet spot. I am playing with my Nitefly because it’s so lightweight.
Just playing a very modified mess but that’s okay. My baby finger doesn’t want to bend and use the tip it wants to fret flat now. Can’t do a open D. WTH! This just sucks! Not crossing the line.
I missed each and everyone of my guitars. They’re all in different tunings. They’re a huge part of my life.
I just had to give them a kiss. I know I am crazy but I dfc!!