At two weeks, I went back for my follow-up visit. The cast came off, the staples came out, and after an X-Ray, the doctor pronounced that the bone had achieved “excellent anatomic reduction”:
Even before I went in, my friends were all commenting that my fingers seemed to be moving better in the cast/sling thing they had me in, as did the physician’s assistant when I arrived; however, once the cast came off the doctor positively cooed over the flex in my fingers and the range of rotation. “Look at that rotation right out of the box. Are your nerves OK? Flex your fingers. Ok. That’s great. You’ll get full function back in that arm.” A promising range of motion indeed.
I’ll be carrying this charming little comb of metal around in my arm for a while — and likely carrying a card to get myself through airport security for a while — but darn, modern medicine is grand.