Surviving Shoulder Surgery: Installment Three
I can't handle the "installment" progression anymore. After this post, I'm changing it. This requires much energy on my part because I have to come up with something else to call it. What more do I have to do right now, you say?
Well, a lot has changed in a week's time. Oh shut up. It's a lot to ME, okay?? My doctor gave me the okay to take my sling off for short amounts of time during the day as long as I lay it limply on a pillow on my lap. He said I needed to move the bottom half of my arm around a little, from the elbow down only.
I was hoping for a miracle. I want to never wear that terrible, awful, no-good, very bad sling again!
Someday....
I have this thing with having anything stuck in my teeth. I can't rest. I can't concentrate. My teeth are very close together. Guess what you can't do one-handed??? FLOSS! My dear husband had to go get me those little floss picks to preserve my sanity. I might have lost half of it.
I couldn't go to sleep last night. But I couldn't read because I'm limited on positions to sit and/or lie in. In bed I pretty much have to lie down but my good arm gets tired of holding a book directly over my head. So, it's not good. I didn't want to wake my husband so I just stared. And then I realized that since my "slinged" arm was straight up in the air, there was no circulation. This was no new realization, it happens 24/7...since September. But, it was really cold just then. I needed a mitten. I couldn't find a mitten one-handed, in the dark, without waking my husband.
I've taken to wearing a fuzzy sock on my cold right hand. I think this officially makes me a strange old woman. Next, it's going to start talking to me...
Well, a lot has changed in a week's time. Oh shut up. It's a lot to ME, okay?? My doctor gave me the okay to take my sling off for short amounts of time during the day as long as I lay it limply on a pillow on my lap. He said I needed to move the bottom half of my arm around a little, from the elbow down only.
I was hoping for a miracle. I want to never wear that terrible, awful, no-good, very bad sling again!
Someday....
I have this thing with having anything stuck in my teeth. I can't rest. I can't concentrate. My teeth are very close together. Guess what you can't do one-handed??? FLOSS! My dear husband had to go get me those little floss picks to preserve my sanity. I might have lost half of it.
I couldn't go to sleep last night. But I couldn't read because I'm limited on positions to sit and/or lie in. In bed I pretty much have to lie down but my good arm gets tired of holding a book directly over my head. So, it's not good. I didn't want to wake my husband so I just stared. And then I realized that since my "slinged" arm was straight up in the air, there was no circulation. This was no new realization, it happens 24/7...since September. But, it was really cold just then. I needed a mitten. I couldn't find a mitten one-handed, in the dark, without waking my husband.
I've taken to wearing a fuzzy sock on my cold right hand. I think this officially makes me a strange old woman. Next, it's going to start talking to me...
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