The last couple of days have been less than wonderful. I have been utterly exhausted, I think I finally ran out of adrenaline.
The physio visits, appointments and check-ups have been at the rate of two a week, which doesn’t sound much if everything is working but very tiring when it takes half an hour just to get dressed. I haven’t worn my usual clothes since the accident, I am living in stretchy waistband old lady clothing because if you haven’t got a working right hand there is no way you can do your jeans up. Today I dried my own right hip with my right hand, cautiously, for the first time in four and a half weeks. Ooh dry! Well it was on the third go. Early on I sent for front fastening bras but have had the problem of being lop-sided. Like the gentleman from Devises, I have them in different sizes, one is normal and fits the receptacle but the other is big and would win prizes if I wasn’t too busy stuffing it back in again to exhibit it. I asked at physio and, apparently, it is acting as a drain for the lymph nodes. The bruising has gone but my body is still cleaning up the detritus inside. Out side I have two scars on my arm, one two inches long, another going right up on to my shoulder is four inches long.
On Tuesday I went for a bone density scan. If I have got osteoporosis, which seems a possibility given the way everyone keeps telling me it’s the worst break they’ve ever seen, there are a few treatments that can be offered, though the easier oral ones are ruled out because I have Barrett’s oesophagus. I think the crumbling bones are a result of my mother starving me when I was a teenager, though I was also an unwanted foetus, which doesn’t give you the best start in life.
My body, meanwhile, is taking matters into it’s own hands, as it were. I seem to be set to ‘grow’ I first noticed it with my fingernails. Like many people as I have aged these have been of the ‘tear along the dotted line’ variety. But I noticed they were growing last week.
Here are the fingernails of my left hand, on the unbroken-this-time arm, a week ago.
Here are the fingers of my right hand and the nails on the same day.
My right hand two days ago.
My right hand today. I can practically hear them growing. The left hand is exactly as it was in the first photo. Not only has my brain set my fingernails to grow, it knows which hand to do it on. How amazing is that?
The lady in physio says the bones will grow for another six weeks or so and then take over from the nail and screws which will still be in my bones but not doing anything. Naturally I have a fervent hope that I may grow a little taller because when I went for the bone scan I was measured and seem to have lost two inches recently.
Also my hair is growing very fast. I now have long hair, another thing I never really had, it used to get to my shoulders and give up. The OH refused to cut it, so I did the top where it was falling into my eyes. It took about three quarters of an hour and I would have to say was a labour of desperation. Whilst not wanting to do the otherly abled out of a job, quite honestly if you rack up to the hairdresser wishing for a haircut and find they are uni manual I would strongly recommend you go elsewhere. A mere three quarters of an hour balancing some curlers nearly in my wet hair gave that helpful tousled look where you can’t tell that random hacking has occurred.
It’s a laugh a minute. I also found out I could have gone to the doctor for more morphine instead of skimping and saving the last half inch in the bottle for emergencies. Everyone said I would need the painkillers when I started exercising. This is true too.
Well I’m off to cut my fingernails before I poke someone’s eyes out with them by mistake, probably my own. Putting my contacts in is exceptionally hazardous. If I had the energy to take another photo right now, you could see that the photo I took this morning looks a lot out of date.
Whatever next? Dunno. Stay tuned.
Looking at the nail on my little finger tonight, it’s about twice that length now. But then I have had a day mostly being restful. My eyelashes are growing too. And my nose hair. I may be turning into a gorilla, or possibly a person with one normal arm and one really looooooooooooong arm.
Oh dear, eek eek eek.