Monday, June 06, 2011
I had my surgery follow up today. I can't say it went well.
The PA was shocked and horrified to see me raise my arm while describing a sleeping position. The look on her face was really weird - like I was a mutant, or something. She repeated herself, "No one - NO ONE raises their arm like that, only a month after surgery." And frowned at me. I could have corrected her, that it is 5 weeks as of tomorrow, but the look on her face stopped me.
She also scolded me for using it for daily things like cooking. I protested, "But I live alone! How am I supposed to EAT?!" (I didn't bother mentioning that I have also been driving standard with my right hand ever since I got my Matrix on Thursday.)
Then after she left the doctor came in and said it sounded like I needed lecturing. I guess she told on me. He told me I was supposed to be wearing the sling full-time for another week. I explained that my shoulder feels confined and cramps up in it and so I've been adapting to supporting my arm other ways (like stuffing my hand in the opposite sports bra strap during spin class.)
I forget which one told me that just the weight of my arm alone can tear out the stitches. They both repeated that my injury was a "huge" tear. He said we're not even going to discuss riding my bike outside for another three months. My next follow up is in August.
I'm scheduled to ride a century in September.
I guess that means I'll be spending a lot of time on a trainer indoors to get used to the hours I'll need in the seat for the century in September. (spin classes only last about an hour)
Bah. This recovery process is so soooo painfully tedious. I'm not even going to go into (again) how much I miss boating. It hurts just to mention it.
Maybe I'm taking unnecessary risks. But I'm not doing anything that hurts.
I have switched to offering my left hand ever since in church two weeks ago one of the women grabbed my right hand and pumped it vigorously while passing the "peace."
Ironically the doctor stuck out his hand for a shake at the end of the office visit. I wanted to ask, "Is this some kind of weird test?"
I shook with my left and told him about Church Lady and he just laughed.
Honestly, it seems like they'd prefer to just stick us in suspended animation or an artificial coma or something, to immobilize us.