The wrist is doing great. I just have to be careful not to overdo it with my fingers. I seem to have more mobility in them so I attempted putting my hair in hot rollers. I did it but it was a bit of a strain so it caused a little pain and inflammation. So, it’s back to frizzy hair for a while yet. It bugs me that I can’t floss my teeth either. I can sort of get the front but definitely not the back. I guess I’ll have some explaining to do when I see my hygienist in September. I also found out this week I can’t ride my bike since my fingers don’t reach the brakes. Oh, and washing dishes one handed doesn’t work very well either so the dishwasher has been running as much as the AC. It’s easy to want to start doing things with injured parts once they start feeling better but the doctor’s advice is always best, isn’t it? My surgery stitches come out on Tuesday and they’ll replace the splint with a new clean one. (thank goodness) Thanks again for the phone calls and emails from all of you wishing me well. I appreciate that. I’ll let you know how Tuesday goes.
Monday’s surgery went well. I felt a little anxious about it but that’s normal, I think. I checked in at 11:45am and was ready to go home by 4:45pm. I think I was in surgery about an hour and a half…I just remember the clock saying 1:30 when they wheeled me in and 3:00 when I woke up. The first thing I thought when I woke up was, “Well, I see I am still alive.” All my care providers were fantastic! From Kathy my nurse who could not for the life of her get an IV started in my hand. It wasn’t her fault. My veins just wouldn’t cooperate so Charles my anesthesiologist took over. He had success with my arm and took great care of me in the OR. I did not feel sick after waking up from the anesthesia. Special thanks also goes out to Jessica, who checked me in and Connie who got me prepped. I greatly admire the compassion and humor and empathy of those who work in the health care industry who calm the nerves of dozens of patients every day. And extra special thanks to Dr. Rilling for putting me back together again. All my doctors and nurses took extra special care of me and I am feeling great and am on the mend. I still need to wear a brace until the end of August but I seem to be managing with it just fine. I even folded laundry. I’m a little clumsy with the towels though. I know I will never be addicted to pain killers. I can’t stand the way they make me feel. Yuck. Tylenol is just fine for me. And one last thing before my typing hand goes numb…..a giant thank you to all my friends, family and co-workers who have helped me through all of this. I appreciate all of you very much and you actually have made this experience one I can look back on and laugh about. KB, you are the best!
On Saturday July 7, I broke my wrist trying to kill a wasp on my porch. I slapped the wasp with a fly swatter but didn’t kill it. I flew at me, I went to back away from it, my right flip flop caught on the carpet and I fell backwards landing on my left hand, snapping it backwards. I knew I broke it the second it happened but it wasn’t until I looked down and saw my hand dangling and crooked that the pain set in. I drove myself to an urgent care which (thankfully) is only a few blocks away. The x-rays confirmed the damage. So much damage that they referred me to a specialist, put me in a splint and a sling and sent me on my merry way. On Monday, I saw that specialist who said, “Ummmm….well…here’s the deal. This bone doesn’t connect with that bone anymore and it’s cracked here and here. We can try to push the bones back in place and cast it BUT….we highly recommend surgery if you ever want to use it how you used to.” (this isn’t an exact quote…it’s my paraphrase of technical, medical terms) So, on Monday the 16th I am having surgery on my wrist to have a plate and screws put in and make me all bionic. I will have my arm in a splint for six weeks afterwards. I quickly have learned how to be creative in doing things with only one arm. I discovered I can’t use a can opener but I can apply my makeup symmetrically…so at least I’ve got that going for me. I have a great appreciation for those who cannot use their hands like most of us can. It’s so easy to take for granted our health and well being. I am grateful for that lesson learned. This is not my x-ray but I found an image that looks like my broken wrist. It's known as a Colles fracture.
So, last night after coming in from taking Truman for a walk I noticed there were not one, not two, but THREE centipedes on my kitchen wall. My fear of spiders carries over to centipedes. They are fast, they are creepy, they are unnecessary and they all need to go live somewhere else. Shoes are great for protecting my feet and my home from creepy, crawly critters. Just look at it! And I had to deal with three of these things right in a row.