|Sign-up, its free!||Close [x]|
Casting is way easier
Having hand surgery is interesting. All went well, considering it was surgery.
My husband took our grandsons across the street to see the Krispy Kreme Donut place. Our intention was that they'd watch the donuts being made, have one and then come back for me.
You do know what they say about "best laid plans", right?
Steve got there and the place was so dead that instead of making donuts, the staff was cleaning the factory out. So the boys got a paper hat, donut and milk. And yes, in case you're wondering, that did make them "higher than kites".
At the same time on my end, I went to check in and the receptionist informed me that "someone should have called you, your procedure was cancelled."
I just looked at him and said-"Excuse me, but I just did 6 week's worth of newspaper and magazine articles and sent my husband off with a 4 and 5 year old to have this done! Let alone at $4.50 a gallon, the gas to get here and back is costing us upward of $20! I want to get this done and over with-or at the very least, why no one bothered to inform me yesterday."
Guess what? Turned out to be a computer glitch (I don't believe it, but I didn't care as long as I had the work done).
I was brought in for the worst part of the "procedure". The doctor injected the palm of my hand, in the two spots necessary, with a one-two of lidicaine and Marcaine. Let me tell you-THAT HURT LIKE HECK!
Then it was into the surgical room where I laid down on the surgical table and put my arm onto the work area. They completely draped me to keep the room sterile. I could feel the tugging and pulling, but thankfully nothing else.
15 minutes later, my thumb and index finger were stitched back up and bandaged. I was kept in a waiting area for a few minutes and then they called to tell Steve I was ready for pick up.
Wham, Bam, thank you ma'am.
The ride home was really fun. The boys were wild from the donut. Got home and had a ginger ale.
For some strange reason, my husband decided on BBQ'ing ribs for dinner. That was fun. Yeah, right.
For dessert I went for a combination of tramadol and Mobic, with a side of prescription anti-nausea meds.
Woke up the next day dizzy, nauseous and knowing I was going to puke. The boys begged grandpa not to leave and to stay with us and take care of grandma. They were thrilled to hear that Auntie Sam was coming to save the day. Especially when I was going for the third round of both passing out and sick behavior.
Guess the prescription anti-nausea meds don't really work as much as what the rheumy thinks.
I was human by the time our daughter-in-law arrived, but I think I've scarred my grandsons for life.
When our daughter and son-in-law came home the next evening, the first thing the boys regaled them with was how grandma threw up 5 times.
Sigh, nothing about the dinosaur park, walking 3 dogs with Auntie Sam, chalk art, bubble blowing or drawing everyone's birthday cards-nope just grandma hand that made Aidan feel sick and grandma's head in a sink.
Can't say I don't provide fun entertainment for kids.
I've decided, well not actually decided-more that this decision has been "thrust" on me, to take a couple of weeks off. At least that's what I've been told. Hopefully it's true.
As you know (if you've been hanging around a while), I have rheumatoid arthritis. That in turn, loves to create certain by-products of just hilarious health happenings.
A couple of years ago I had this annoying problem of having a "trigger" thumb. It wasn't painful, just annoying. My rheumatologist put a shot of steroids into it about a year ago and that held me until about 4 months ago.
I decided the best thing to do was pretend it wasn't happening. After all, with my bulging discs in the neck and lower back and the great time I was having with that, I figured I was nuts to consider that something else was looming.
Then I realized that it wasn't just that pesky thumb. Nope it was also the index finger. The thumb now hurt and that new "trigger" finger felt as if a nail had been driven through it. I've been having to re-type things because that stupid digit likes to "freeze up" the most when I'm on a deadline.
I finally mentioned it to my rheumy. He sighed. "Well, the good news is-this we can actually help with!" I suppose looking at my degenerating spine and neck, the flaring nerves in one foot and the various affected joints was putting a damper on both our moods.
So with that, off he sent me to his favorite hand surgeon. He said he felt the same as the rheumy and set me up for hand surgery.
My grandsons are here for a week, but next Thursday will be my "release" day. Steve will take the boys across the street for a complimentary "grandpa and grandsons" only Krispy Kreme donut and milk, while I get numbed up.
No anesthesia-yeah! I was told it will take about 30-40 minutes to "clean out and re-lease" those tendons. I will be sent home with a "soft" bandage/brace and I'll receive the rest of the instructions after that.
Steve will have Friday off as well. Our daughter-in-law said she'll bring over the pups to play w/ the boys and my other grand-pup, Brianna. (I have a feeling Pepper will be one exhausted Tabby by the time April 23rd rolls around!). Sam will help with the boys that day. Sarah and Alex will return home that night.
I told my various editors that I'll be taking the first few days after the surgery off, but not to worry! I do have the other hand to do things with.
Hopefully, things work out the way I have it in my mind. I've actually be a writing fiend, trying to get as many articles and assignments completed before I need to slow it down.
My favorite part-like the time Steve learned about all I did when I broke my foot and hand, this too will be an experience we can remember, hopefully in a positive way!
Enjoy the warm weather and hope to be back in commission very soon!
I'm supposing that most people are writing this week's blog about Good Friday, Passover and Easter.
Not me. This week, it's all about the married life.
My husband Steve and I celebrated our 31st wedding anniversary. Quite an accomplishment, no?
We usually go out for a nice dinner (at least the nicest we can afford) and it's just the two of us. The kids used to come along, as well as in-laws, and my sister's family but hey-life happens and it's not a possibility any more. Sarah and her clan live a state away. Our daughter-in-law is shoulder deep in her nursing studies and our son is working enough for 3 people, not just one. My parents are not able to drive at night and my sister's family is so busy they barely/rarely see each other at the dinner hour.
Last year at this time we were on the Celebrity Eclipse, enjoying the warmth of the Caribbean and unaware that our cell phones had been hacked. Took us the entire day of traveling home to unravel that mess.
This year, Steve had to work until 9:30 on our anniversary, so we took a BOGO coupon to a local restaurant and had an early lunch together. At least we could still spend that needed couple time on our special day.
We didn't really "do" presents, just the lunch and a card (although he did give me 18 beautiful red roses). But we've always been practical. Steve's always been better at selecting gifts, but it's hard to spend the money when you never know what the economy will be bringing to the table. Guess that's why I didn't get a replacement diamond for the one that popped out of my tennis bracelet or a new puppy. I was also told not to even think about buying those new pajamas that I noticed my other and better half was in bad need of getting.
After 31 years, we're happy to be together, glad that despite all the issues that come up as you age we are able to enjoy our relationship and what we bring to the table to enhance each other's lives.
This blog may not be the most entertaining I've written, but the past year has been quite something. Not sure what, but it's been something. Not all of it "fun" either.
Here's hoping that by our 32nd anniversary-which, by the way, will have us enjoying a week in the Caribbean sand and sun again (this time on the Celebrity Silhouette). As with the celebration last year, we've been saving our pennies, making our plans and looking forward to the anticipation of the time that we'll be able to board the plane to Ft. Lauderdale and see what our next adventure in married life will be.
In the meantime, even though I've said it a few times, but here it is again: Happy 31st honey and may we have many, many more.