The Wrong Side of the Bed

It seems to be my side.

I'm cranky and discouraged and overwhelmed and cranky.

Did I already say cranky? Oh well - I'm double the cranky.

My right arm still hurts and after Thursday so will my left. This is discouraging.

I have A TON of stuff to do at work that requires lifting and shifting but my arm hurts. This is overwhelming.

I can't fit in to any of my clothes. This makes me cranky and sad.Luckily with having the surgery I'll be in sweats for a few days. Those fit me.

Christmas stresses me out - the schedules, the planning, the shopping, the people. This is VERY discouraging.

I've been so distracted that we have the Christmas tree up but it doesn't have any ornaments on it.

So now I'm locked in my office crying - mainly because I need a good cry. And there's nothing wrong with that.

This too shall pass.

Until next time....

Pronator Teres Syndrome

I've mentioned my Carpal Tunnel issues before. Well, it got so bad I decided to pursue corrective surgery. I go in to see if surgery is the best option and have to go through all the same torture tests I went through years ago only to find out it's not Carpal Tunnel and was never Carpal Tunnel. Lovely. Instead it's Pronator Teres Syndrome. As soon as I read "it's rare compared to.." I knew it was mine! I'm the 1 in 5 after all.

So I schedule the surgeries. (Hence my silence - it hurts to type. It hurts less today - lucky you. ;)) I had my first (right hand) surgery last Tuesday - here's how my day went...

I arrive at the hospital without makeup or food at 10am like they told me. At Noonish, a nurse comes out and asks for Mr. Christie. *sigh* I stand - "it's Mrs. Christie". The nurse looks down and says "No, it says Timothy." *deeper sigh* "Probably it says Timberley" I say. She looks down, laughs and says "oh yeah! It does say Timberley!" This does NOT give me confidence in my hospital.

She takes me back, I get to change and then we start with the IV drama. Nurse #1 can't find a place to stick me. Bless her heart, she tries. I have the bruise to prove it. After about 10 minutes and a couple pokes I tell her to bring my mom in from the lobby - she can stick me. She giggles. Only I'm not playing. She brings in Nurse #2. She looks at my arm, can't find anything and then proceeds to smack my arm. I turn bright pink. And she says "well, now you're all pink and I can't see a thing!" No confidence AT ALL. FINALLY Nurse #2 finds a vein and manages to start the IV. This means my Beloved and Mom can come back. As soon as they get back, the nurses leave and shut the door, I say "Ok, Timothy wants to leave. Grab my clothes, we're out of here." :)

Only I stayed - I've already paid after all and I'm already in the gown so might as well. I'm wheeled back to the OR and wake up 2 1/2 hours later with an arm bandaged from hand to right above the elbow. That's not like the commercial! The commercial says tiny incision, back to work the next day! I know - I helped edit the darn things!!

Only I'm the 1 in 5 so I didn't get that surgery. I get a big wrapped up arm for a week and get to shower with those gloves they use to inseminate cows. Lovely.

The Doctor said my nerve was in very bad shape so I might have permanent damage but at least my hand functions now! I have a VERY sore arm still and I ended up in tears after closing the fridge the wrong way this morning - I found that frayed nerve! Yeah buddy. But I'm hoping this surgery helps.

I have the left scheduled for next Thursday. I'll be half mummy for Christmas. Oh joy, oh delight.

Ok, that was lot, now my arm hurts. I'll be back again when I can. Bare with me.

Until next time....