Anything to feel weightless again...
Surgery on my left hand is set for Thursday, August 24. It's such a relief to finally have a date; getting it has been like pulling teeth, with many phone calls and no word from the office for two months. And I'm scared. I've never had surgery. I've had teeth pulled, and some stitches for a gash on my leg, but this is actual surgery. I'm going to stock up on pajamas -- stuff I can pull on with one hand -- and my mom's promised lots of pampering following my surgery.
Yet still, I'm scared.
...
I had a fall tonight -- I took a wrong step out the back door and stumbled, and down I went. I landed on my knees first, instinctively put my arms out to catch myself, but my weak hands crumbled underneath me and I continued to fall forward until my chin smacked against the concrete. I think my dad was traumatized by seeing my hands just collapse, along with the THUD my face made when it hit the ground. After the fall, there was a stunned moment of cold numbness in my hands, and then AAAAGGGHHHH EXCRUTIATING! Now my knees are raw, my chin is swollen, and my hands have like electric shocks coursing up and down the fingers and palms. I look well battered, for sure, and I'm dreading the inevitable recounting of my accident over the next several days.
Mouse says it's past my bedtime. I'm going to hurt worse in the morning, aren't I?
Yet still, I'm scared.
...
I had a fall tonight -- I took a wrong step out the back door and stumbled, and down I went. I landed on my knees first, instinctively put my arms out to catch myself, but my weak hands crumbled underneath me and I continued to fall forward until my chin smacked against the concrete. I think my dad was traumatized by seeing my hands just collapse, along with the THUD my face made when it hit the ground. After the fall, there was a stunned moment of cold numbness in my hands, and then AAAAGGGHHHH EXCRUTIATING! Now my knees are raw, my chin is swollen, and my hands have like electric shocks coursing up and down the fingers and palms. I look well battered, for sure, and I'm dreading the inevitable recounting of my accident over the next several days.
Mouse says it's past my bedtime. I'm going to hurt worse in the morning, aren't I?