Wednesday, March 20, 2013
It's been a long few weeks since my surgery. My hands have been bothering me for a long time, feeling numb at times and weak and like they are always falling asleep (that sounds sorta like the rest of me, too!). I went in a few months ago and my doctor suggested I may have some carpal tunnel inflammation going on. So I did the exercises, slept with the wrist brace, and it just seemed to get worse. When I went in for that funky check where they poke you with this cattle-prod looking thing, they discovered I had severe carpal tunnel syndrome. I was hoping for a little shot of cortisone, but apparently I was beyond that. So they did the surgery on both my wrists. People said I was crazy to get both done at the same time, and yet, I'm so glad to be on the mend and moving forward. Except I'm not supposed to type. I have wondered how in the world my doctor expects me to write to my missionary son. Maybe I need to go back to the basics and try to write a letter by hand. Although that is a little difficult as well. I was hoping my doctor could tell me I could not do dishes, housework, lift a finger--for about two or six more months. Mark has been a champ to pitch in. So has Hillary. I'm wishing the pounds had just fallen off during this time, but no such luck. I'm trying to get back in the swing of things. Oooh, it's hard. It's never easy, this starting over. But I'm determined to keep going. I just need to look around and realize the many who have inspired me to get back up when I've fallen. We're all in this together, aren't we?