It was Tuesday morning and I was getting ready to go to the doctor for an evaluation of my shoulder and I started to get that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Uh oh. The mad cow.
Not totally unexpected, but unwelcome as always.
Of course I was anxious, I told myself, I was going to the doctor, and I hate going to the doctor.
I tried to reassure myself, but the damn cow kept kicking against the sides of its pen.
It wants out!
I made my way down the hallway to the living room where my wife was waiting for me.
"The mad cow's kicking in, but what's the worst that could happen? He could say I have to go back to work tomorrow" I say in the most self-confident tone I could manage.
We both agree that this is the worst that could happen, and that it was very unlikely to happen. I was still in my sling and the only thing that I could do with the right hand was type. I could barely move the arm.
We get to the doctor and he inspects the incisions in my shoulder and then he grabs my wrist with one hand and places his other hand on my shoulder. Unexpectedly, he lifts my wrist so that it is over my head.
"How's that?" he asks.
"Scary as hell but ok." This is the first time that my wrist has been above my head in eight weeks. It didn't hurt, it felt more stiff than any thing else.
The doctor was pleased.
"I'm going to have to release you to do some work" he started "but light finger duty only."
No lifting, pulling, pushing, carrying.
In other words none of the stuff I normally had to do on an everyday basis.
He and I agreed that I probably would not actually be going back to work yet, but he had to say that I could do some very light work, it was just a Workers Comp thing.
"There's nothing I can really do at work" I told my wife as she drove me to the store to drop off my doctor's report. There was no way I'd be going back to work.
What the hell was 'light finger duty' anyway?
Wednesday morning at 6am I was clocking in for work.
They found some light finger work for me to do.
Hell, they invented some light finger work for me to do.
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