Archive for November, 2014
Two months ago I was carrying a sleeping Merry to bed and doing my level best not to wake her in the process. In doing so, I twisted my wrist just so and both heard and felt (OUCH) a distinct pop as I lay her down. I figured it was a simple sprain so carried on for a few days until it became uncomfortable enough to send me to the doctor (over a holiday weekend, of course).
One urgent care visit, a terribly uncomfortable brace. two sets of x-rays, referral to an orthopedist (twice) resulting in two more uncomfortable and mostly useless wrist braces, then FINALLY an MRI which led to a diagnosis of a peripheral TFCC tear of the right (dominant hand, of course) wrist. I was referred to a hand surgeon who, in a last ditch effort to avoid a surgery which may or may not even work, kindly (HA!) gave me a cortisone shot AND a referral to physical therapy for yet another brace (custom made this time).
That cortisone shot? That was done on Thursday afternoon. It hurt more than anything EverEverEver hurt. A giganto needle right in the upper wrist, moved in, out, and around for good measure, smack where the MRI shows the worst of the injury.
OMG, that injection still hurts. I ended up working(ish) from home on Friday because it pretty much hurts to do anything. Like, you know, moving. Or typing. Or heck, even eating since it involves bending your wrist to get food to your mouth. Ice is my friend. I’d like to say rest is my friend as well, but yeah. No. I have two kids and a job. A prescription for rest in those circumstances is kind of a really mean joke.
And that is why my first post in about a hundred years – Day 1 of NaNoBloMo – is very short and very whiny. The surgeon assures me that the cortisone will kick in soon so I’m hoping future posts are longer/better/more thoughtful than what you get today because my wrist says that I am now done with typing for at least one more day.