I'm going to let the pictures tell most of the story here - it's much easier just now!
First though..........
Photo 1: Day before surgery......... not knowing exactly how I was going to feel, or what I was going to be able to do, despite feeling knackered I went out with my mum. I decided it might be the last time in a wee while for 'real clothes' (ie not sweatpants), make-up & my hair done properly. Vanity? Maybe..... but really more: 'it makes me feel like ME ' than I care what anyone else thinks. It's taken a while to get to here, this is a reminder I have done it before & I'll do it again. And it was a good decision! Not sure when I'll manage buttons again; or sleeves with cuffs! And even pulling leggings up with one semi-functional arm isn't easy when it can't reach all the way around my body! Sweatpants and ponchos are my current fashion statement! (Yes, together.) :-D
Photo 2: Hospital gowns just aren't that flattering! I would totally redesign these. Plus they just give the illusion of privacy & then different people still have to stick different tubes/ sensors/ needles etc through all the holes that absolutely do *NOT* sit in the right places on me. I am not a 'one size fits all' in anything!
The difference a day (& some make-up & sunglasses) makes! |
Briefly: surgery went ok.
Pre-op:
Post-op dressing & FAT fingers:
Ice became my favourite thing for a few days again! |
The surgeries were:
- carpal tunnel release
- a nerve release
- deQuervain's release
- a tendon release
- trigger finger (thumb) release
- a tendon release; should stop my thumb getting 'stuck' in position
- wrist arthroscopy
- "cleaned out a load of junk"
- "junk" = inflammation & frayed/ damaged/ dead tissue
These all essentially create more space in an area so nerves/ tendons/ joints aren't being 'squeezed' by too much inflamed tissue making movement extremely painful/ impossible.
My surgeon has said the surgery went very well - and he was pleased not to find any torn ligaments, which he thought were a possibility.
Incision photos below
I must admit, there's something a little satisfying about these for me. My shoulder was so neat and barely bruised with very little swelling with both ops - even the scapular one, which was major surgery...... ok, I have my 18 staples photo but it really doesn't look like it FELT. This............. this pretty much looks like it feels!
After I showed my Dad the incisions on Tuesday, he said "Now I understand why you're sore." (And made appropriate "ooft" noises".) My Mum said - "Did you not believe her?!" So............ justification! This HURTS right now!
(P.S. My right shoulder/ side still HURTS too............. and it's pretty useless. I suppose it wasn't magically going to come to life because the other side is suddenly totally out of commission! It's trying - I'm trying - really; but 'we' were trying before this; always trying - and it's still as useful - or as useless! - as it was last week, or the week before. My head is becoming as useful as my feet - really! - but I have consciously had to stop using my teeth or I am going to break them on something! It's pretty frustrating.)
(P.S. My right shoulder/ side still HURTS too............. and it's pretty useless. I suppose it wasn't magically going to come to life because the other side is suddenly totally out of commission! It's trying - I'm trying - really; but 'we' were trying before this; always trying - and it's still as useful - or as useless! - as it was last week, or the week before. My head is becoming as useful as my feet - really! - but I have consciously had to stop using my teeth or I am going to break them on something! It's pretty frustrating.)
Each cut is a different thing from the list above (there's still a lot of marker pen; I think the surgeon just liked drawing!):
deQuervain's release along lower forearm/ wrist - still covered Arthroscopic incisions on the top of my hand |
Surgeon removing the stitches from the arthroscopic incisions |
Incisions/ stitches re-covered after surgical dressing was removed |
Back next week to get the rest of the stitches out and the splint readjusted.
And I should make a confession....... I don't know why; it's not the worst pain I've had - it wasn't even the worst pain I had right then; but after I'd photographed my surgeon removing my stitches, had a good look at my gory incisions and bruises (& I know they're not the worst - but I was expecting 4 dots and two 1cm incisions - that's what he drew on me in the appointment prior to surgery!); we went through to the therapy room where I'd get my splint, sat down and kind of suddenly, I said to my mum, "I don't feel great." She told me to put my head down on the table. Less than a minute later, she told me to put my head between my legs. Ugh. There were OTHER PEOPLE there. I know I get severe pain responses with my right shoulder - but that's usually when I'm trying to make it work hard - or someone else is. This just washed right over me for no apparent reason until the room was swimming. Fast. Head down, the therapist (who was doing about ten things at once) came over pretty quickly. Next thing I was 'assisted' through to a separate room and laid on a bed with ice on my neck and my feet up........... and given a (compulsory) lollipop!
Note my Mum smiling! (Just because she's the one who usually passes out!) |
The quote from my pillow - always good advice - words to live by:
“Learn from
yesterday,
live for today,
hope for
tomorrow."
~
Albert Einstein ~