I finally got around to doing the photo thing, but now there are lots of fun pictures for you to look at. Most of them are of, yes, the animals, but they're cute, I promise!
All this figuring out of Flickr has made me hungry. Night!
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
The new Dani, now cast-free!
Yes, I've been cast-free for just over a week now, and it's so wonderful! I've never looked forward to washing my face and hair as much as I did the day after it came off. And no, the arm wasn't stinky, but there sure was a lot of nasty, flaky dry skin in there. But I got to wash the arm and hand there in the room right after the cast came off, which was very nice.
I don't have full range of motion, and it hurts if the wrist gets forced too far back, forward, or to the side, but it's getting better.
So, here's how it happened: My parents had been up that day and we all went to the county fair and had a lovely time. When they left, I took Rusty out since he'd been cooped up all day. It was about 8 p.m. and the 'rents hadn't even been gone 10 minutes.
Rusty was all crazed because my parents had been here, so he was running around like a lunatic. I was standing at the end of the sidewalk, and I was going to hop over his chain as he ran past so it wouldn't burn my ankles for the second time that day.
I didn't time it right.
The chain yanked my feet out from under me, and the next thing I knew I was sprawled face-down in the yard with a very painful nose and left wrist.
And of course, since I was laying on the ground, I wanted to play with Rusty, who was all over me. Obscene things were shouted, Dave came running over from the garage, and then my nose started bleeding so we went inside.
The great debate over going to the hospital began after the bleeding stopped, and I REALLY didn't want to go, so we decided to ice it and see what happened. (I was hoping for just a sprain)
Well, around midnight I decided maybe we should take a trip to the ER. I got to tell the story of the evil beast many, many times, got x-rays taken, found out it was fractured, got a splint and some percoset, and went home very unhappy. I took the percoset, it made me nauseous and didn't help the pain, so I went to bed even more unhappy.
Of course it was a holiday weekend, so I couldn't go see the orthopedist until Tuesday, but I eventually got the lovely cast, and the next six weeks pretty much sucked ass. Now I have to go to physical therapy (but probably not for very long) and do "exercises" at home, which includes playing with a big wad of neon red silly putty-type stuff. And I have a little brace to wear in case I decide to do any lifting, which I can assure will not happen. I wear it to bed though, because I'm paranoid I'll do something bad to it in my sleep.
The end.
Not really worth the wait, was it?
I don't have full range of motion, and it hurts if the wrist gets forced too far back, forward, or to the side, but it's getting better.
So, here's how it happened: My parents had been up that day and we all went to the county fair and had a lovely time. When they left, I took Rusty out since he'd been cooped up all day. It was about 8 p.m. and the 'rents hadn't even been gone 10 minutes.
Rusty was all crazed because my parents had been here, so he was running around like a lunatic. I was standing at the end of the sidewalk, and I was going to hop over his chain as he ran past so it wouldn't burn my ankles for the second time that day.
I didn't time it right.
The chain yanked my feet out from under me, and the next thing I knew I was sprawled face-down in the yard with a very painful nose and left wrist.
And of course, since I was laying on the ground, I wanted to play with Rusty, who was all over me. Obscene things were shouted, Dave came running over from the garage, and then my nose started bleeding so we went inside.
The great debate over going to the hospital began after the bleeding stopped, and I REALLY didn't want to go, so we decided to ice it and see what happened. (I was hoping for just a sprain)
Well, around midnight I decided maybe we should take a trip to the ER. I got to tell the story of the evil beast many, many times, got x-rays taken, found out it was fractured, got a splint and some percoset, and went home very unhappy. I took the percoset, it made me nauseous and didn't help the pain, so I went to bed even more unhappy.
Of course it was a holiday weekend, so I couldn't go see the orthopedist until Tuesday, but I eventually got the lovely cast, and the next six weeks pretty much sucked ass. Now I have to go to physical therapy (but probably not for very long) and do "exercises" at home, which includes playing with a big wad of neon red silly putty-type stuff. And I have a little brace to wear in case I decide to do any lifting, which I can assure will not happen. I wear it to bed though, because I'm paranoid I'll do something bad to it in my sleep.
The end.
Not really worth the wait, was it?
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