After the pandemic, not our old lives, but new lives
A long time ago, I broke my wrist playing pickup basketball. I had to wear a cast on my right hand for two months.
The day after I got out of that cast, I went to the gym to play basketball again and…broke two metacarpal bones in the same right hand.
I went back in a cast for another three months.
When I finally got out of that cast, my right hand was not only weak; it was not the same hand. The two bones I broke were the long, straight bones that connect the knuckles and the wrist. I broke them so bad that the doctor said he would have to open my hand, cut through muscle and tendon, break the bones some more, then set them and pin them back together. He warned that scar tissue from surgery could take away the full range of motion in two of my fingers. As a drummer, I didn’t like the sound of that.
The doctor gave me another option: Let the bones set as they were. I would have a...