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The variables of lengthy recovery
The Good: PT on Monday went really well, and I left feeling fantastic... we worked on a few very mild exercises geared toward range of motion (including an odd one where I have to lean on a table with my left arm, let the right arm just dangle and move my body to create a sort of pendulum action with my right arm -- no arm muscles in use, just letting the arm move a bit more than usual).
The Bad: Tuesday I was a bit stiff and sore... wondering if maybe I overdid it a bit at PT the day before, or afterward, since I'm finding I have to be careful or I forget that my right arm can't be used for much. The problem is that it's getting better enough to use for some VERY minor tasks that don't involve holding any weight or moving my shoulder, and I'm not doing a very good job of remembering to limit myself. I'm way too eager for it to just be healed and done with it.
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rackham stopped back by the house after his PT appointment, just in time to take me out to lunch at Olive Garden... just the thing I needed to keep from going stir crazy!
The Really Good:Also on Tuesday, I got a box of Australian goodies from the wonderfulqueenofattolia! Squee!! The funny part was that when the box first arrived, before I opened it, I had a moment of wondering if I'd forgotten that I'd ordered something (since it was from a mail order company I've used in the past). I've actually been watching for that sort of thing, considering my brain likely got a bit sloshed around in the accident (when we were in the ER, I actually started going through things like trying to remember passwords, whether mint chutney still sounded yummy and whether I still thought James Marsters was hot, just to check). And about two hours later, another box arrived, this time from babyotto and her family, with some new boardgames (oddly enough, shipped from a place just up the street from where we usually go shopping -- very disconcerting!) -- I can't wait to give them a try!
*Big hugs* to both of you!! You ended up timing things just when I needed some cheering up!
The Ugly: It's next to impossible to control what you do in your sleep, and I somewhat blame the fact that my arm is getting a bit better. Wednesday morning I woke up in the worst way possible... just as I was starting to stir, my body or my brain decided it would be an excellent idea to stretch... including my broken shoulder. I was once again intimately reaquainted with the definition of EXTREME PAIN which, btw, is even better than caffeine for reaching that fully awake status. It also made for what would have been an entirely miserable day if I hadn't been able to indulge in some of the treats I'd gotten the day before.
I spent Wednesday maintaining my body's Ibuprofen level, contemplating the last few Vicodin in the bottle, icing my shoulder and watching episodes of "Good Eats" (Alton Brown makes everything better). And I'm definitely planning on mentioning this at my next PT appointment, which happens to be tomorrow morning (or, technically, later this morning). Now I'm doped up on Tylenol PM and I'm hoping I'll be able to get at least a little bit of sleep. I am so ready for this to just be over. Broken shoulders suck.
The Bad: Tuesday I was a bit stiff and sore... wondering if maybe I overdid it a bit at PT the day before, or afterward, since I'm finding I have to be careful or I forget that my right arm can't be used for much. The problem is that it's getting better enough to use for some VERY minor tasks that don't involve holding any weight or moving my shoulder, and I'm not doing a very good job of remembering to limit myself. I'm way too eager for it to just be healed and done with it.
The Good: Tuesday
rackham stopped back by the house after his PT appointment, just in time to take me out to lunch at Olive Garden... just the thing I needed to keep from going stir crazy!The Really Good:Also on Tuesday, I got a box of Australian goodies from the wonderful
queenofattolia! Squee!! The funny part was that when the box first arrived, before I opened it, I had a moment of wondering if I'd forgotten that I'd ordered something (since it was from a mail order company I've used in the past). I've actually been watching for that sort of thing, considering my brain likely got a bit sloshed around in the accident (when we were in the ER, I actually started going through things like trying to remember passwords, whether mint chutney still sounded yummy and whether I still thought James Marsters was hot, just to check). And about two hours later, another box arrived, this time from babyotto and her family, with some new boardgames (oddly enough, shipped from a place just up the street from where we usually go shopping -- very disconcerting!) -- I can't wait to give them a try! *Big hugs* to both of you!! You ended up timing things just when I needed some cheering up!
The Ugly: It's next to impossible to control what you do in your sleep, and I somewhat blame the fact that my arm is getting a bit better. Wednesday morning I woke up in the worst way possible... just as I was starting to stir, my body or my brain decided it would be an excellent idea to stretch... including my broken shoulder. I was once again intimately reaquainted with the definition of EXTREME PAIN which, btw, is even better than caffeine for reaching that fully awake status. It also made for what would have been an entirely miserable day if I hadn't been able to indulge in some of the treats I'd gotten the day before.
I spent Wednesday maintaining my body's Ibuprofen level, contemplating the last few Vicodin in the bottle, icing my shoulder and watching episodes of "Good Eats" (Alton Brown makes everything better). And I'm definitely planning on mentioning this at my next PT appointment, which happens to be tomorrow morning (or, technically, later this morning). Now I'm doped up on Tylenol PM and I'm hoping I'll be able to get at least a little bit of sleep. I am so ready for this to just be over. Broken shoulders suck.