After 53 days with the cast, it came off. I am just shocked how non-personable the doctors are in Sarajevo. The doctor just looked at that final x-ray, shook his head, and all he had to say after mom asked if he is taking the cast off, was "Well, I guess". Really?! No advice. No words of encouragement. No pep talk. Urgh!
I guess you get what you pay for. It was free for her.
She met with a physical therapist few days after, who was the first person who actually took the time to talk with her. It was a very pleasant surprise to have a doctor who is not rushing and yelling at the patients. But, that doctor is just for assessment, so she'll meet with her only once every couple of weeks. She started the physical therapy two weeks ago, and it's once a day, for probably two months.
The first day of therapy was...very traumatic. After some warm-up with electric probes, they took her to a "torture" room. The young fella started cracking those knuckles like she was in therapy for a month already! Mom can stand a lot of pain, but she nearly fainted again. It was a deja vu of the day they were breaking her bones to adjust them two weeks after the attack. Really man? How about some easing into it? Urgh!
She got another therapist the next day, and insisted with sticking with him. He was much more considerate. Now, after two weeks of therapy, she can still barely move her fingers. We were planning on her coming for a visit in December, but she is so discouraged by the progress, that she doesn't think she'll be ready for travel by then. I think she will, but it's hard for her to see that far right now.
And all of this for a necklace. By the way, the police had caught the attacker, by her friend's description, and called my mom and the friend to come identify him in the line up - just like in the movies. But, even after she did point him out, they had to let him go. Such is the judicial process. Now they have to get the court order, and then hunt him again to lock him up. Urgh!
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