It is in great optimism that I write to you. Attached is a portrait of my left wrist as it is today, the source of unspeakable grief in my life.
It was manipulated to its current state by a salvage operation performed in October 95 by Dr. Hozan of the Temple Sports Medicine Center; an attempt to rectify a malunion resulting from a closed set of a break in late when I was involved in a sport that has since been outlawed in 48 states. The frustration resulting from this handicap has waxed consistently since then, not to mention my frustration, considering that I was an incredibly talented in the writing.
And I now feel that it presents an unacceptable hindrance to my quality of life, as well as the myriad of other things that I enjoy doing with my wrists and joints. You can’t imagine how much it has damaged my income. I lie awake at night, staring at my wrist. I cry out to Allah: “WHY?! WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME?!” Doctors repeatedly advise me to submit to the joint’s mediocre performance, and that complete rectification is an impossibility; but I assure you, sirs, my body says otherwise! Please know that I refuse to compromise, that I love my wrist, and that i have not a doubt that my body will be delivered again to it’s natural state.
Let me tell you my secret: I watch bees all day. I cover my wrist in honey and I pray to the bees as I watch them. This has given me many ideas about how to return it to its natural state.
Being as how I have been able to devote an inordinate amount of consideration to this particular injury since I lost my job, I am sure that correction lies essentially in first the removal of the screws from the body, and then a severing of the radius at the point of original malunion.
I recommended this to my doctor, but he told me I was crazy, that I wasn’t a doctor and that I’d hurt myself very much. But he is wrong! He is wrong, this is MY WRIST AND I CAN DO WITH IT AS I DAMNED WELL PLEASE! The distal portion, the hand, must then be simply reintroduced to its natural alignment with the arm, restoring the subtle but crucial bow of the radius. Good casting (perhaps in supination) should allow for osteogenesis in the radius, and the wrist now has the potential to achieve full functionality, rather than stagnate and decay as it does now. This is a simple case of the physician healing and nature making well, the latter, in this case, being anxious to do her job.
Please know, sirs, that I do not by any means consider myself a medical doctor, and should one of you ultimately accept my case, this procedure is of course subject to your professional refinement—but I do, however, exist in a communion with my body that is wholly unfathomable to any other individual on the face of this wretched planet. Because of this if you do not reply I will be forced to attempt the surgery myself. I track migratory birds in my sleep. I just can’t explain. I understand that this is a rather unorthodox procedure, and it would be easy to follow the trend of your colleagues and choose to err on the side of caution, but I ask only to enter into dialogue at this point with a physician who sympathizes and feels competent of healing me. If you see no potential in my proposal, please simply e-mail and make that known and I will not contest you; however I will not be convinced.
Let it be known: this is the will of my God, and no one shall contest him. If you do, on the other hand, foresee any possibility of restoring this unnatural thing to the state of its partner, I thank you and look forward to seeing you.
very hopefully and sincerely yours:
Pedraic N. Ravavullovic
Vice president of CAR
And co-founder of the PAAC foundation
Beekeeper of the MHBS.