A good start to the week, the cast came off early Monday morning. I was hoping expecting to be freed of the cast and my wrist to immediately have full range of motion. Alas, that was not the case.

I wore the splint the first few nights, just to avoid any extreme movements while sleeping. Gradually over the week I got a lot of range of motion back, but I can’t put all my weight on the wrist just yet. It turns out that while my fractured carpal bone healed over the course of the four weeks, all my muscles and ligaments tightened in that time, and this last week has been the focus for those to heal and gain their natural range of movement back.

I went back on the indoor bike Monday through Wednesday, one-handed most of the time at first, but gradually started using the left wrist. It worked fairly well, not putting much weight on them, but holding on the brake hoods.

Unfortunately, from Wednesday evening on I got a pesky sore throat, which only subsided on Saturday, only to be replaced with a light cough and a runny nose. It seems that I don’t have all the luck my side.

Cycling was yet again put on pause since Wednesday, and I better wait for this infection to be fully gone before starting again. It’s annoying, but what is another week on top of a forced 6-week break anyway, hey.

Even though I know I should not, I still am feeling slightly bad that I’ve picked up some sort of bacterial infection just in time before going back to work after having been on sick leave for the fractured wrist for almost six weeks. Oh well, I’ll see how it goes tomorrow. Under different circumstances I would call in sick, but it’s not too bad except for a runny nose.

Due to the sore throat, the afternoon gong fu tea sessions have been replaced with boring honey-ginger tea for most of the latter part of the week.

It must have been in the prior week, but I finished reading the speculative fiction novella On the Calculation of Volume (Book I) by Solvej Balle. A story about a woman caught in a rift in time. While everyone else is reliving a particular November day, she is the only one who remembers all the previous instances of this day. At first she investigates how the world resets every night, initially together with her partner, whose memory resets each night as well. Later though, instead of having to retell an ever growing list of previous days every morning and repeatedly making him go through the same emotions every day, she continues on her own. It’s fascinating how the author managed to retell numerous versions of the same day, while weaving in backstory and attempts at rejoining the relentlessly forward-moving timeline again. It has become a seven-volume series and I’m looking forward to read the next one.

It took years, but today V finally left the evil corp as her email provider. We must have deleted thousands of LinkedIn emails before migrating to a better, more local, and more ethical service.

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