I need some goat's tears!
I had the surgery on my wrist about a week and a half ago. The surgery itself went smoothly. But getting there, the muffler fell off Jared's car, which was a bit of a hassle. The doctor gave me percocets for the pain. I was really excited about it because I wouldn't be required to make decisions while taking them. However, they made me violently ill so I stopped taking them the next day.
I went back to work Monday. I couldn't do much with my right arm, but it turns out I used it far too much anyway because I was in agony that night. I used it far less the rest of the week and it wasn't too bad.
I woke up Friday to minimal pain. My sister drove me to my doctor's appointment that morning. The doctor cut off the splint and removed the stitches. Every tug sent shocks of pain through my arm. I next had to have a cast put on. They made me turn my wrist 90 degrees. I have never felt pain like that in my life. It reduced me to tears instantly, and the pain did not ease up until I woke up this morning. It was so bad I almost fainted when they were putting the cast on. I had to lie down in the casting room for a while. I had been planning on going to work after my appointment, but I ended up calling out. In case such things happen again, I'm making my appointments in the afternoon so I can at least work in the morning.
I treated my sister to lunch on Friday, then she brought me home. I promptly felt exhausted, got into bed, and didn't wake up until almost four hours later. I slept a lot yesterday too. I'm not used to sleeping so much. I'm always so confused when I wake up because I'm either not expecting to fall asleep or I'm not expecting to sleep as long as I do.
In this cast, I have way less mobility than I had with the splint. This makes me think that some of the things I was doing with my right hand last week I shouldn't have been doing, like the little bit of writing I did. I'm far too independent for my own good. I absolutely hate not being able to do things for myself. Before the surgery, I could do whatever I wanted, just everything would cause pain. For the most part, I would do them anyway. At least until Jared would catch on and yell at me about it. But now, I don't even have the strength to lift a book, never mind keep it open to read. I gave up opening canned goods months ago because it just caused too much pain, so having Jared do that isn't such a big deal. But now I can't even cut up my own food for dinner.
Bah. It's just really frustrating for me. I don't like having to rely on other people. Relying on other people has burned me in the past so it makes me very wary and anxious now. I was hoping to be able to drive relatively soon. I would have been able to drive my car in the splint, but definitely not in this cast. I mean, I'd be able to down shift, but going up would be cumbersome. My sister should be getting a newer car in a few weeks, so we can switch when that happens.
Jared and blazepoet split the duties of bringing me to and from work last week, which I am grateful for. I should see if somebody else from work can drive me when Jared is working, so blazepoet doesn't always have to do it. I feel bad I'm limiting his free time.
If this whole process doesn't lessen my everyday pain, I'm going to be really upset. Right now, it's so not worth it. Hopefully, it will prove to be so.
My next doctor's appointment is on October 2. I'm not quite sure yet how I'm going to make it to Peabody, but I will figure something out. When I made the appointment, I had a feeling something else was going on that day. And it just occurred to me! That's the day the Topsfield Fair opens! Alas, no fair for Candi this year.
I went back to work Monday. I couldn't do much with my right arm, but it turns out I used it far too much anyway because I was in agony that night. I used it far less the rest of the week and it wasn't too bad.
I woke up Friday to minimal pain. My sister drove me to my doctor's appointment that morning. The doctor cut off the splint and removed the stitches. Every tug sent shocks of pain through my arm. I next had to have a cast put on. They made me turn my wrist 90 degrees. I have never felt pain like that in my life. It reduced me to tears instantly, and the pain did not ease up until I woke up this morning. It was so bad I almost fainted when they were putting the cast on. I had to lie down in the casting room for a while. I had been planning on going to work after my appointment, but I ended up calling out. In case such things happen again, I'm making my appointments in the afternoon so I can at least work in the morning.
I treated my sister to lunch on Friday, then she brought me home. I promptly felt exhausted, got into bed, and didn't wake up until almost four hours later. I slept a lot yesterday too. I'm not used to sleeping so much. I'm always so confused when I wake up because I'm either not expecting to fall asleep or I'm not expecting to sleep as long as I do.
In this cast, I have way less mobility than I had with the splint. This makes me think that some of the things I was doing with my right hand last week I shouldn't have been doing, like the little bit of writing I did. I'm far too independent for my own good. I absolutely hate not being able to do things for myself. Before the surgery, I could do whatever I wanted, just everything would cause pain. For the most part, I would do them anyway. At least until Jared would catch on and yell at me about it. But now, I don't even have the strength to lift a book, never mind keep it open to read. I gave up opening canned goods months ago because it just caused too much pain, so having Jared do that isn't such a big deal. But now I can't even cut up my own food for dinner.
Bah. It's just really frustrating for me. I don't like having to rely on other people. Relying on other people has burned me in the past so it makes me very wary and anxious now. I was hoping to be able to drive relatively soon. I would have been able to drive my car in the splint, but definitely not in this cast. I mean, I'd be able to down shift, but going up would be cumbersome. My sister should be getting a newer car in a few weeks, so we can switch when that happens.
Jared and blazepoet split the duties of bringing me to and from work last week, which I am grateful for. I should see if somebody else from work can drive me when Jared is working, so blazepoet doesn't always have to do it. I feel bad I'm limiting his free time.
If this whole process doesn't lessen my everyday pain, I'm going to be really upset. Right now, it's so not worth it. Hopefully, it will prove to be so.
My next doctor's appointment is on October 2. I'm not quite sure yet how I'm going to make it to Peabody, but I will figure something out. When I made the appointment, I had a feeling something else was going on that day. And it just occurred to me! That's the day the Topsfield Fair opens! Alas, no fair for Candi this year.