I lived with my wrist like that from Thursday until today. No showers whatsoever. I was living on baby powder, baby wipes, facial wipes, and deodorant. Hair had to be washed in the sink. Many a naps were taken as I had to have my arm above my heart to help with swelling. That is not easy at night when all you want to do is sleep on your stomach. I managed for the most part. My fiance took excellent care of me and I was grateful for his help and patience. I type this now as I am a wee bit shocked and mad at him for a fight we had just 15 minutes ago. Ugh. I'm trying so hard to beat the odds of not being the anti-relationship girl that I know I am deep down inside.
Today was the great reveal day! I was allowed to take off all of the packing and take a shower. My hands are not up to snuff yet and it hurt like a mofo. It is pretty gnarly looking. Way more bruising than I expected. It bruised even more through the day today. I tried icing it some because ice is my post-surgical crack, people like to fly high from heavy duty narcotics, I just want ice packs or my favorite ice machine to numb the screaming pain.
Here is a picture of today's reveal
The stitches don't come out until next Tuesday. The nurse said once they are out it should be feeling a bit better. I have become very crafty using my left hand and arm. I amazed myself on crafty ways to do things from feeding to bathroom rituals, to opening pill bottles. I guess the human brain is really able to be resilient and compensatory by nature. Don't get me wrong. It has been hard as hell to be a left hand girl in a right hand world. Here's to less pain, swelling, and bruising each day.
Funny side note: I am a freak. My hand surgeon told my loved ones I had extra long muscles and tendons and he has only seen it a few times. It's supposedly rare. I have a lot of physicians note nutty anatomical anomalies. I'm a weird girl through and through.