We got our house. That’s a huge relief, and something to look forward to.
As for the arm saga, that’s a bit more of a challenge: I got the cast off both arms last week — right on Monday, left on Friday. Thank God, too, ’cause I was going crazy from the weight, the heat, and the itchiness of those stupid hunks of plaster strapped to my arms.
The left arm is in a brace for the remainder of the healing period. That’s fine. The difficult part is that my right arm isn’t working normally because of the temporary “bridge” bar that’s attached to my radius and the back of my middle finger to hold it steady so the bones of my wrist can all heal in place (since they shifted after the first operation).
As a result — well, the occupational therapist I saw described it thus: “It’s like your hand is a marionette and your tendons are the strings, but right now they’re pinned to the playhouse wall.”
Still, somehow, the surgeon and she both expect that I can get back the full function of my hand. I’m doing the exercises, which make my hands stiff and tired, and any improvements are very slight. That’s scary, and I just hope there’ll be a big jump back toward normal when the bar comes out — though that won’t be for quite a while.
Meanwhile, the nerves under the skin of my right arm prickle anytime it touches anything, and I have this ongoing feeling like I’ve hit my funny-bone. This makes it next to impossible to sleep.
I did manage to draw something today, though, but it took me a long time and left me tired.
Sorry for moaning!
Meanwhile, I did a little bit of packing today, and Craig did a huge amount. Moving day is not far away! It’s hard to do justice to all my connections here with all this wrist-business going on.