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is it weird for me to enjoy only using one arm? I can't remember the last time I thought everyday life was this interesting. it's like living in an OM competition. build a support structure using five pillows? okay. wash your one good arm without assistance? easy. I grinned for about an hour last night when I realized my invented shoe-tying method is the real one. (my typing is not so different from standard FGHJ typing, either.) I folded most of my own laundry last night, and tonight I packed up all by myself. I thought this might bum me out, but instead I just feel like a badass all the time.
speaking of badass, we looked at my X-rays tonight. I don't want to spoil them, but my plate is even awesomer than I expected. I'm scanning them when I get back to work. I have this detached curiosity about all of this, which thank god is keeping me from getting grossed out. instead, everything is just really cool.
we're headed back to the city tomorrow. my first followup appointment is first thing on Tuesday, which is a good thing because now that all the swelling is gone (and the muscle has started to atrophy? would that be really obvious already?), my cast is huuuge. I accidentally stuck my finger down it to scratch an itch the other day; now I can get three fingers inside. if I'm lucky, I can just get a splint instead of this big wrist-to-armpit plaster and cotton contraption.
almost bedtime. I must still be on hospital time -- I wake up early even though I don't want to and I'm asleep by 11. lame!
speaking of badass, we looked at my X-rays tonight. I don't want to spoil them, but my plate is even awesomer than I expected. I'm scanning them when I get back to work. I have this detached curiosity about all of this, which thank god is keeping me from getting grossed out. instead, everything is just really cool.
we're headed back to the city tomorrow. my first followup appointment is first thing on Tuesday, which is a good thing because now that all the swelling is gone (and the muscle has started to atrophy? would that be really obvious already?), my cast is huuuge. I accidentally stuck my finger down it to scratch an itch the other day; now I can get three fingers inside. if I'm lucky, I can just get a splint instead of this big wrist-to-armpit plaster and cotton contraption.
almost bedtime. I must still be on hospital time -- I wake up early even though I don't want to and I'm asleep by 11. lame!