The bones in my shattered wrist (thanks to newly adopted dog/brute Oakley) have healed. The pins are out, the external fixator is off, and I have started PT. Here is a photo of the fixator, which felt like having a brick strapped to the end of your arm, and a photo of my new brace, which we call the sport model. I will also include a photo of the #$@#$ dog, who is sweet and goofy and strong as can be. His only remaining fault is that he loves Dave more than me since Dave has to do all the dog walking these days. Just kidding, but Dave has asked me frequently what kind of dog I am getting, since he obviously has his.
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