The doctor said the wrist is looking great. Easy for him to say, I thought it was kind of gross. I think he was proud of the nice job he did screwing the plate onto the bone with those long screws. We forgot to ask him if Mitch would set off the airport metal detectors!
So the doc cleaned the wrist up a bit, put on a new dressing, wrapped it with a small ace bandage, put on a removable brace, and told Mitch to come back next week to get the stitches out.
Guess we'll be on the move soon!
