But before all that, let's talk about July's goals. Somewhere along the way, July came and went. I wrote, I read, I cheered, I flailed, I had lots of feels about flailing, and I slowly got back into a groove before getting disrupted by surgery.
The last few days have been a blur...literally.
July Goals:
- Try to write every day or do something involving writing (really didn’t do that in June and ended up flopping around like a dying goldfish) I did some writing, did a lot of reading, and did some critiquing.
- Finish up my critiques. Yup.
- Cheer my #writemotivation pals on. There was some cookie slinging going on.
August Goals:
- Write every day. This will be hampered by the wrist surgery, but still something I need to strive for.
- Blog once a week.
- Cheer on my #writemotivation tweeps
- Read two books
- Participate in the Pay It Forward Giveaway (see button on the side-bar)
It started with the taunting coffee maker. I was dying by this point. I had not eaten since the night before and I had to sit and stare at the coffee maker at the surgery center's waiting room. It was torture.
The coffee maker...it taunts me. |
I've been marked. I wonder if I could sell his signature on eBay... |
The surgery went well. The doctor repaired the small tear and cleared out what he called "debris". I wasn't conscious, so I'm not sure of the details. I see him in a couple weeks, so I should get the details then. When I woke up, I had Oompa Loompa fingers as my hand was swollen and covered in orange surgery prep stuff. If I had been more conscious, I would have snapped a picture.
UPDATE: Forgot to mention that I dreamed that someone was playing Journey's Don't Stop Believing during the surgery. Reality they weren't. It was still weird.
I did get some Diet Dr. Pepper, but my stomach was not up to coffee at that point. And I actually didn't have any that day.
FYI: My arm isn't bent awkwardly, that is my knee in the lower left hand corner. My arm is resting on it. |
It's hard to see in that picture, but my fingers are orange and very swollen. I was also pale and feeling icky. Mostly nauseous from the meds and stuff as well as fuzzy from the Hydrocodone. I slept for several days.
It's only a flesh wound! Had worse! |
The pain has been constant, but not overwhelming anymore. I took my last pain pill Sunday morning with Tylenol and the occasional Aleve filling in the gaps. I wear a sling when I'm icing it. Thursday, I see the physical therapist and I should be out of the brace in two weeks.
I'm lucky. We caught it early. If I had waited too long, it could have caused irreversible muscle and nerve damage. Something I'm learning is, if the joint isn't stable, there is something wrong. You would think it would be easy to remember, but I'm a guy and like to think I'm tough.
Oh, and the other hand has a nice bruise on it from the IV port...
Yes, it hurts to touch. |
'Till Next Time.