I saw the hand specialist again on Wednesday.
I reported that I had had some pain relief due to the cortisone shot, but it was not necessarily significant, and moving my wrist the wrong way (I have to keep the brace on to protect it, but loose so that it doesn't aggravate Myron) will cause flare-ups of pain. And the relief I felt from the constant pain, at the height of its effectiveness, lasted only about a week.
"Well," Dr. M. said, "that much tells me that I got the cortisone in the right place." He tapped his fingers together. "That leaves us with two options. Option one, live with it. Option two, remove it."
Option one is untenable. I can't function like this.
"I'm gonna have to go with option two."
"Okay then. We'll come down here and get you set up. I will want to see you before the surgery, just to listen to your heart and lungs."
He said that surgery will be either next week or the week after, but since no one has called to schedule it, I'm guessing it probably won't be next week. He said he usually operates on Mondays and Wednesdays. And I was told that the surgery center (right next door to Dr. M.'s office) where I'll have the procedure had some flooding issues last week and all of the surgeries this past week had to be canceled as a result.
So, at some point in the next two weeks, I'll be having a Myron-ectomy.