I've sort of accepted that my hope to take up tennis this summer will be postponed, if it even happens at all. In the name of finding a plan B, I have decided to take up hacky sack. It's perfect- you are actually NOT allowed to use your hands. It will be just like 6th grade again. Why not soccer, you say? Shinguards. Who wants to play a sport where people are always kicking you in the shins? Not me.
I love sleeping. Really, it's probably one of my favorite pastimes. Crawling in bed after a long day is so unbelievably satisfying. Well it has officially become a chore to sleep. I play eeni-meeni-miny-mo every night to decide which position to try next. So far...Sleeping on my left side- this cast is kind of heavy. Therefore, when I sleep on my left side, my right arm is weighing down the entire right side of my body. I wouldn't exactly call that comfortable. When I sleep on my back, I have to elevate this thing. For some reason, elevating the arm has caused a rather obnoxious pain underneath my right shoulderblade. Not only does the pain wake me up, but it has become a 24 hour annoyance. Do you think my insurance would cover getting a few massages since my back issues are due to a medical issue? When I sleep on my stomach...this is my favorite one. I've managed to fall asleep several times on my stomach with my arms folded underneath my pillow/head. Well, somehow the pillow always gets pushed out of the way, so I basically end up using the cast as a pillow. This is rather painful. No, not for my arm, but for my FACE. I literally have to peel my face off of my cast. And THEN, there is a nice squiggly criss-cross design imprinted on my left cheek. I'm lucky if it fades by the time I get to work.
Getting dressed in the morning has also become a real treat. When I was getting the cast on, the nurse said in a very casual way..."Well at least you can still wear all your clothes. Except tight fitted long sleeve shirts- that might be difficult." Ok, how many females in their mid-20's own a long sleeve shirt that ISN'T fitted? The last time I checked, this isn't 1975- bell bottom shirts have come and gone. And jackets?! The liner in my nice black pea-coat is already all ripped up from forcing the sharp fiberglass through the armhole. Thanks for trying to be positive though, Nurse Optimistic.
Countdown to cast removal: 5 days down, 79 to go.
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Please continue the updates. They have become quite entertaining for my office and your grandmother (who is updated daily). I will set up a Lisa massage for when you come home--maybe Lisa could set up a little side table for the cast. Pain never was your strong suit. Hang in there--in 6 more days, you will be 1/8th finished.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mom!!! Thanks for the massage and for being awesome. I'm glad your office enjoys them. haha
ReplyDeleteso as I told you, I have been putting some profound amounts of research into this whole cast thing. Mostly because I find it hilarious and because every time I talk to you, you are doing something like putting on a shirt and making sounds like ehh ummeee whooowwhh as you try to talk on the phone and do whatever task at hand at the same time. As I now have a whole folder on my desktop dedicated to you, here is the first site I thought you should see. These are tools invented for people with casts or who are just plain old to help them get dressed. The name of the site, broken beauties says it all.
ReplyDeletehttp://brokenbeauties.com/index.php