Archive for October, 2007

GAH! Typing sucks.

OK, so I’m trying to type entirely with one hand, and it is a bitch.   My fingers on my left hand are free, but my cast is formed in such a way that my hand is forced into this odd claw shape.  My thumb is completely encased and wrapped multiple times so it looks like I have this big deformity on the side of my hand.  I’m awkward and I keep hitting the space bar, so this will have to be a short post.

Here’s what happened during my surgery that I remember:

1. IV in right hand with the sedative so I would go to sleep.

2. IV in left hand that would be for the local anesthesia.

3.  Nurse still fiddling with that IV 2 minutes later.

4.  Second IV in left hand because she can’t get a good vein.

5.  “ow ow ow ow ow”

6. Finally gets IV in.

7.  5 minutes later:  “Is this supposed to hurt.” “No hun, but you’ll be asleep soon”

8.  Walk to the OR.  It is blindingly white and clean and there are nurses everywhere.  They sit me down on a big table that looks like a cross and spread my arms.   I tell the anesthesiologist that my left hand is hurting and he says it is ok.

9.  A nurse asks me if I feel sleepy and I say no, then she covers me with warm blankets.   They start wrapping my left hand and arm with a giant blue rubber band to force the blood out, and halfway through (and in the middle of me saying I’m still not feeling sleepy) I fall asleep.

10.  (at some point later), my surgeon wakes me up and tells me that they are going to need to put me under general anesthesia after all.   I tell them that is fine with me.  (I found out later that this was because that IV they put in was up against a valve or something, and it was just easier to put me under than to re-do the IV line they put in.  No wonder it was hurting.)

11.  My surgeon wakes me up again to tell me that I am all finished.   I turn my head and promptly vomit all over the operating room floor.   I vaguely remember someone saying “oh dear!” before falling asleep again.

12.  I wake up in the recovery room and a nurse comes over to me.  I tell her I’m cold, and that I’m going to throw up.  She simultaneously puts another warm blanket on me and gives me something to throw up into.

This continues on for several more hours.

So  turns out I don’t do too well with anesthesia.  They ended up giving me 4 doses of IV medicine to make me stop throwing up and a anti-nausea patch, but I still threw up in the car on the way home.  I think I vomited around 15 times in 3 hours, but by the time I got to Peter’s parents house (so his grandma could take care of me while he was at work), I was feeling a little better.  I spent the next two days sleeping and not eating, and it was yesterday before I started feeling well again, though I am still tired.

I am currently frustrated by everything in the world, but mostly zippers, buttons, my front door, and laundry.  I’m in very little pain, and only ever took two of the pills he prescribed, so I’m just hanging out now waiting for things to heal.

We went and got pumpkins yesterday and we’re going to carve them tonight (oh yes, ha ha, insert knife joke here).  I’ll put up some pictures tomorrow.



Am alive.

Am chock full o’ painkillers.

Am somewhat foggy.

Be back later.

Under the knife

Tomorrow afternoon I’m going in for my hand surgery.  Lucky for me, the surgeon decided to do it as an outpatient procedure and I’m only going under local anesthesia (Unless, he told me, they get in there and realize it is worse than they thought.)

I’ll come out of it with a cast, a scarred up arm, and (hopefully) enough painkillers to immobilize a horse.

If nothing else, it will provide some hilarious posts.

So trot out those goats and sharpen up your sacrificin’ tools!

I’ll try and post tomorrow and let you know if they ended up cutting off my arm.

(PS.  Huge, huge, HUGE thanks got out to my parents, who are footing the bill for the surgery.  Though honestly, they probably are only doing it because they knew I’d have to go out and sell my eggs otherwise.  I know daddy wants to keep the genetic material in the family.)

Quick question

How many of you read my site from a feed reader?  Does it bother you that I have changed the setting to show only a snippit of my post instead of the whole shebang?

I love nothing more than snobby vocabulary

This the most addicting thing I have done lately.  Test your vocabulary, and for each one you get right, 10 grains of rice are donated to the UN World Food Program.   It tell you what level you are averaging based on on what you get right.  I averaged about 39 (out of 50) and my highest was 44.

Seriously, though, you won’t be able to stop.

(unabashedly stoled from Patrick)

I am the missing link!

Saw the hand surgeon. News isn’t good. Looks like I’ve severed the flexor tendon in my thumb, which means I will need “major reconstructive surgery” to put things back in working order. However, he also told me that there was only a 20% recovery rate, and that I would never get full movement back.

Goddamn, fucking New York apples.

He also informed me that it is a very expensive procedure (especially when you add in the need for an overnight hospital stay, etc.) so I had to go down to the financial offices to see if I qualify for free care. I won’t know that for 2 weeks, so I’m sorta caught in limbo at the moment.

I’ll keep you updated.

(Really I’m OK though. I was a little shocked at first, because I wasn’t expecting him to say, “we may not be able to fix this,” but I’m trying to keep things in perspective. It could be so much worse.)

Maybe I can just gnaw through the neck of the bottle

My appointment with the surgeon is set for Monday, so I won’t know anything until then. I’m still keeping my fingers crossed that this is nothing more than a nicked tendon that just needs to be immobilized for a few weeks and not $30,000 reconstructive surgery and months of physical therapy. Because guess what! I don’t have health insurance! Isn’t that awesome?

(My response on the way home from the hospital was that if I went out and committed a crime THAT NIGHT, then they would put me in jail and then the government would have to pay for it. However, the response of my mother, Pete’s mother, and PETE HIMSELF was: “Ok, if we/you just run out and get married right now, you can have my/his health insurance.” Is that weird to anyone else? Nothing says “true love” like insurance fraud!)

I’m incredibly frustrated with the world right now because I can’t do things easily. Do you know how much I have taken for granted? Trying to put my hair up in a pony tail is highly difficult with only nine fingers, as is putting on my own damn bra. Though I did have a small victory this morning when I figured out how to do it (you put in on backwards!), I’m still frustrated by a million other things.

Mostly that I can’t open a bottle of wine by myself. Damnation.