To follow up on my last blog, I have a SUCCESS to post.
My right hand hand now been functioning consistently for 9 days now.
I had a few good days here and there this past January, and I was happy for them. But 9 days back to back? Not since last October.
I did joke a bit about feeling like the bride of Frankenstein after being told about the nerve procedure initially (via my neck). And now that it's over and the 'cocktail' of drugs have saturated things, I think back to Gene Wilder's character as Victor Frankenstein (Fraaaaaank-in-schtein!) in Young Frankenstein, standing over The Monster screaming, 'It's aliiiiiiive!"
I am right handed, so my penmanship these past few months have been atrocious. Pointing, holding a fork, make-up application (e-gads!), extending my hand for a handshake, using my dreaded blackberry for work after hours, and MOST importantly, holding my husband's hand; touching those that I love (even petting Olive) was on hold.
When my hand was not active, it kind of curled up like a roly poly, and turned odd colors. It was very uninviting.
My hand was a figurative porcupine. It just screamed, 'don't come near!'
But this past weekend I didn't just sit on the sofa as my husband worked on projects or hung out at home. I helped! I did stuff!
We re-purposed my dresser and made a puppy kennel area with storage that didn't look like we kept our precious Olive in a milk crate at night.
I begged and pleaded for DH to give in to my zany idea. This was tough thing to do, and required much energy spent making creative hand gestures with my right hand like Vanna White in Wheel of Fortune. After my he agreed to my plan, DH removed the drawer tracks and support slats as I..... watched!
This would have been a risky first project for me, so I delegated. Even better! : ) Now the top drawers hold leashes and extra toys. Success!
I also fired off some very word-y emails, since typing was so much easier to do without stabbing at the keyboard laboriously. I apologized to my friends in advance. Ha!
When Olive brought me her ball, I was able to throw it. Wahoo! We were both pretty happy about that.
I even cradled our little Olive for the first time in a long time. Important to note that I took this photo of my husband holding her, but you know the idea.
I chopped! I sliced! I shredded queso! I assembled the guts of a healthy Cinco de Mayo celebration at home for the two of us. A small feat for many, but a BIG DEAL for me. And it was a veggie dinner, which I love. It's rare for DH and I to eat the same meal and both be pleased. Wahoo for that!
Yes, I confess I ate too much of our little feast. I guess I Cinco de Mayo'd myself, eh?
So I will need to work that off this week. But that's ok since I can hold my tiny weight in hand with more control right now, and that HAS to burn more calories, right?
Yes, this is temporary, but when it fades and I lean toward discouraging thoughts, I will remind myself of the things in this blog. Things that I have not been able to do for too many months. And that will carry me through to the next nerve procedure, and the ones after that.
These procedures are considered to be a form of pain maintenance since I do not have a cure (yet).
I'll keep taking that paper # from the machine and wait my turn to get those weeks of relief that this has provided me thus far. No complaints!