Also, I drove to Murray and saw my orthopedist this morning, who said my healing looks good and I can stop wearing my brace and can use my wrist to lift or push to the extent that I’m comfortable. And I need to find a physical therapist and start that. (He could have recommended somebody in Draper, but I’d rather stay closer to home and need to find out who’s good and who my insurance will approve.)
Hazel accompanied me on the outing, and was as sweet and fun as can be. She brought her “backpack,” which is the clear plastic zippered pouch her Tangled toy set came in. The x-ray technician made friends with her by recognizing the Tangled toys, by showing her the photo of his own daughter who’s nearly the same age, and by letting her push the button to take my x-rays. And then when we were leaving, Hazel really, really wanted the piece of paper that the doctor had written my physical therapy prescription on, so a nurse found a piece of scratch paper for her instead, and Hazel was satisfied. And then she fell asleep in the car on the way home.
Now I wish I could sleep for the rest of the day. I’m not sure why an uneventful trip to the doctor would leave me so tired. (It might have something to do with my staying up much too late every night.)