The Hand Surgeon and the Elusive MRI
I saw the hand surgeon today. He spent a good, long time with me, answering questions and manipulating my wrists in different ways. He did say my left wrist felt different than my right, and noted my puffiness in the joint. However, he’s not convinced I have a TFCC tear.
I was right when I said I think I have a negative ulnar variance, however, he says he believes it happened when I broke my wrist as a child and the bone didn’t grow correctly. Because the ulna is shorter, it’s less likely the TFCC will tear, as a positive variance, when the ulna is longer than the radius, can poke through the thin membrane of the ligament. However, he didn’t rule it out completely, because it’s altogether possible I tore my TFCC YEARS ago, and it has since degenerated, or has torn again due to my mysterious trauma in December of pushing myself up off the couch.
He wasn’t convinced any of my other ligaments holding the wrist bones together were torn either, as I didn’t yell and scream in pain while he was manipulating the joint. It was uncomfortable, and I told him there was a dull ache, but nothing sharp and breath-taking.
He still wants the MRI, though, as that will definitively prove or rule out any ligament tears. They will shoot my wrist up with contrast dye in a few key compartments and if the dye leaks out of these compartments, then a tear is present. Of course, as with all health care red tape, I need to have the MRI approved by my insurance before I can get it done.
In the meantime, because my mother has Rheumatoid Arthritis, he ordered a blood test to rule that out as well. Normally, RA manifests over time, but there are cases where a sudden onset of symptoms can flare up with no warning. And due to the fact my wrist is a bit swollen with fluid, he wants to rule that out as well. I was able to get my blood drawn before I left the hospital, so that was good. Still won’t have the results for that for a few days.
Hopefully my insurance won’t deny my MRI. How much would that suck?!
But even the ladies in the lab drawing my blood were singing my doctor’s praises, along with my physical therapist. The guy was very nice, he listened to my questions and wasn’t in a rush. I really like him. And he’s moving his office closer to Hillsboro; bonus!
At this point, though, I’m rooting for a ligament tear over the arthritis. If it’s something that can be fixed with a suture as opposed to, “Sorry lady, you’re f**ked.”, then I’m all for it!
In the meantime, I’ve gotta hurry up and wait. Again.
Wrist Saga, Chapter Eleventy.
~~Becka








