I've been wearing a cast-sized dressing on my right hand for a week and a half. Being asked what happened, giving the carpal tunnel surgery answer and getting lots of nice sympathy was rather nice at first but quickly got old.
So I've spent the first part of this week telling people who enquire about my huge ace-bandaged hand and wrist that I'm working on my Mummy costume little by little. The kids at school get a good laugh out of that. And all the mothers working on costumes totally identify.
As of this morning, stitches out and dressing gone, now we are going for the Frankenstein look (hey, kids aren't the only ones who are allowed to change their minds about their Halloween costume). I have lovely green and yellow bruises from my palm down past my wrist. I have two cool recently removed stitches (the one on the wrist looks like a gaping mouth which will begin talking any time now. Note to self: possible costume change to Space Alien?). I even have a few remnant surgical signposts drawn in apparently permanent purple marker to add to the overall ghastly Frankie look.
I'll spare you the graphic photos.
Gotta say that it feels wonderful to freely move my fingers and wrist. I can even type for heaven's sake. Better than that, my nerves are regenerating nicely and I HAVE FEELING IN MY FINGERS, folks. Life is good!
What's not to love about this surgery? Please schedule me for wrist #2 as soon as possible!
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Adam, you are so full of what comes out the rear end of a cow! Like we ever met, like I would be interested in the latest fad diet, much less that I would ever be interested in typing for a living while I'm dying of carpal tunnel. Duh!
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