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gizzi1213 for keeping me sane while I was LJ-challenged!
Soooo much to write about! But I'm only going to focus on The Hand here. The other stuff may or may not get rambled about eventually. Oh - and I'll also babble about my sordid affair with my "aesthetically pleasing" doctor, sincefialleril wanted some hot doc stories! Those will be sprinkled throughout. Okay so the affair part is only in my head. *siiiiigh* And please forgive the tense changes that I know will happen as I'm not writing this all at once, and unifying the grammar in this ramble would be terribly tedious.
Thursday, May 14th. I woke up early, still excited rather than nervous. I got up and...oh wait, it's gonna take forever if I go through 6 weeks minute by minute, eh? FAST FORWARD. I should have slept as long as possible, since I had to distract myself from the fact that I wasn't allowed to eat, drink, or pee. My brother was here burning CDs and something he said gave me a sudden urge to watch Boomerang, so that's what I did before the arrival of Aaron, my trusty chauffeur for the day. He drove me to the surgicenter and worked in the waiting area the whole time.
Peed in the cup, stripped down to my undies (was glad I go to keep those on this time), got an IV tube stuck in my right hand. I was just lying there waiting when Dr. Hottie waltzed in. Waltzed in and drew the curtain around, so we were ALONE. (seriously, he looks like he should be on a soap opera: CHECK HIM OUT - and in person he's even better looking, and quite charismatic!)
Hot!Doc: Mind if I sit here? *indicating my bed*
My brain: asdoierwgh;yertkbyy;ikreusw;tiugjhfvewthmgcv,sd
Me: ~Go ahead!~
Mind you, I was very aware of the fact that I looked awful. Glasses, hospital gown, hair pulled up in a shower cap type thingie, no make-up. But whatevs, he would have found it odd if I looked glamorous at that moment, y/y?
So he sits and picks up my left arm. Starts talking about one thing we'd discussed in the office that I hadn't specifically agreed to. (backtracking a little, a nurse called me the day before and asked me questions -- one of them was for me to tell her in my own words what would happen in my surgery. I gave my layman's answers but forgot about this one thing. If I hadn't, Doc probably wouldn't have come and talk to me, though!) So he moves my arm about and touches it while explaining the one other thing he wants to do. He remembers I wasn't too concerned about it in the office. I explain that I was more worried about my fingers, but at the time I thought *I* would be paying for all of this... and I took this opportunity to thank him for telling me to pursue the worker's comp thing and for backing me up. He was adorable! He kinda dismissed it as no big deal. Had me initial his form authorizing him to do this other thing -- with my IV'd hand, which he apologized for. Awww. As he left, I thanked him again and he sorta... smile-frowned? I DUNNO BUT IT WAS CUTE. Humbly said he just wished he'd "gotten to those tendons sooner."
My hero. *swooooooon*
They wheeled me away into the operating room. I remember being cold in there, and they put a blanket on me, and the next thing I know I was waking up in another room. The operation experience itself went much better this time compared to 14 years ago! Ah, the advances in medicine. Last time I got all jittery waiting for the drugs to put me under -- this time I didn't even remember being GIVEN any drugs. Last time my hand was killing me when I woke up and I felt disoriented, confused, and panicky -- this time I felt nothing, and it was as if I were waking up from a nap. Groggy, but not at all panicky. And the only thing I was confused about was the nurse asking me "Would you like a husband?" -To which I answered in a perplexed tone: "No. - ?" LOL then I realized she meant was it okay to bring Aaron back. We had a good chuckle about it: Aaron said I should have said "yes" and see who she brought me!
[to sum up the surgery: they did 3 major things -- removed the wrist plate, transferred tendons around in my hand, and chopped off the head of my ulna (that part that sticks up in your wrist)]
Aaron took me home and settled me on the couch, where I would be spending the majority of the next 4 days. He was great, he went out and got my pain prescription filled (generic Percoset, I think it was) and brought me a mango smoothie from Jack in the Box. Mmmmm. We both napped. He was technically supposed to stay with me for 24 hours, but he couldn't, and I knew I'd be fine so I let him go that evening. My arm was bandaged with like ten tons of cotton all the way up over my elbow, and I had a nice blue sling with an adjustable little cushion on the strap so it wouldn't irritate my neck and shoulder too much. Nifty! I took the pain pills every few hours even though I wasn't sure I needed them... figured I might as well, you know?
My sleep schedule was a bit whacked those first 4 days. I napped a lot. I couldn't sleep longer than a couple hours at a time because every time I needed to shift position, I woke up. And sometimes I couldn't fall back asleep. (so unlike me!) It just wasn't very comfortable. I spent a good portion of the 4 days topless as well :) Dressing = hard! I had to cover the arm while showering too, which was a pain in the ass.
I did feel ready to go back to work on Monday, though. I knew I had to, because it was a tight payroll and my boss was off all week. I had promised her I'd come in no matter how I felt. I decided to try just taking the pain pills at night, and that worked out fine. (I actually tried getting rid of them altogether first, but realized I did fall asleep faster on those repeated wake-ups while drugged!)
There was some miscommunication at the doc's office... I ended up having to "rush" in to have a drainage tube removed from my hand. It was supposed to have come out the day after. Whoops. I had no idea there was a tube in there under all those layers. I was all too happy to go in, expecting to see the doctor... I was glad I wore a cute dress that day (which was hard to put on!). LOL But alas, I didn't see the doc, only his assistant. Foiled!
It was cool watching her pull the tube out of my swollen, discolored, rubber-looking hand. It was the size of a large drinking straw. You'd think I would have felt that being in there, somehow, y'know? Nope. It did sting a little when she pulled it out. And there was this big gaping hole in my hand but she didn't stitch it up, said it would close right up.
She bandaged me up in a quasi-splint thing, still including my elbow. I didn't get a pic of me wearing it but here's the get-up, if you use your imagination a little and imagine the rolled bandages around the white fiberglass-y things pressed to my arm and hand. An improvement over the initial, heavier bandages...except the darn thing was ITCHY. MAD ITCHY.
(gonna plunk all the pics in here as thumbnails, click to enlarge)
I wanted to be a good girl and do everything exactly how I was supposed to. I really did. But after a few days of rubbing instead of scratching, the "don't stick sharp objects under your bandages" one was just impossible. I used this gold bookmark with a rounded edge, so technically it wasn't "sharp." And I stayed well away from the scar.
As you can imagine, everything was a challenge, of varying degrees of difficulty. I found some creative ways to do simple tasks. The pain was minimal -- after a week I wasn't even taking pain pills at night anymore. And some time in that second week my body got used to how to roll itself over without waking me up :)
My stupid crush on the doctor only blossomed with time. I did and did NOT want to know if he was married. Finally I decided I HAD to know... a quick google search confirmed that he was. SIIIIIGH. I checked out the office website (that's what's linked above) and on the "Your Doctor" tab it totally says it right there at the bottom. Cue irrational angst and woe. Oh well, he's too good for me anyway!
At the 2-week mark, I graduated to the contraption that caused Aaron to dub me "Barry Bonds":
This is my view looking down at it, cuz you guys don't need to see more pics of me from the front :) Still including the elbow. Everyone asked why it needed to go up so high if the surgery was on my hand -- it had to do with preventing me from turning the hand palm down using my forearm, cuz there was a danger of the headless ulna squishing into the other bone. Something like that!
Backtracking slightly -- the day I got that splint, I saw Dr. Hottie in the morning. His assistant undressed my arm and then left me alone, said the doc would be in shortly... of course I had to play with my hand! And I had it palm down so I could see it better. Doc came in and immediately picked up my hand, told me not to set it that way. How I managed to not blush and stammer my way through this visit, I have no clue! He told me about my surgery, how all my tendons were a mess and he had to fix more than just the pinkie. They were all fraying against that wrist plate. If I hadn't come to see him, eventually they all would have ruptured the way the pinkie tendon did. Which is exactly what I was afraid of! He said he left one major donor tendon untouched because he "might need it later" -- as in, just in case I need another surgery. >.> While we were talking, I laid my hand down the "bad" way again without realizing it. Doc noticed right away and picked up my hand, reiterating that I can't do that. Oy!
A couple amusing tidbits:
Hot!Doc: *fondles my arm, turning my wrist over, HUGE SMILE* Look at that! You were resisting me before!
My brain: asdoierwgh;yertkbyyikreuswtiugjhfvewthmgcvsd LIKE I WOULD EVER
~ ~ ~
Hot!Doc: *frowns at pinkie tightness, explains how he couldn't save the original tendon cuz it was all shriveled up (guess I waited too long D:)*
Me: So it won't ever be the way it was before?
Hot!Doc: God-given? No.
Me: *teasing smile* You mean you're not God?
(yes I really did say that, lol)
Hot!Doc: *laughs!!!* No, far from it!
My brain: LIES >.>
~
I took some pictures of my 2-week hand. It's still really ugly, though you can't see the yellow color of it very well here:
I can wash it now, yaaaaay! It's still completely useless at this point, but at least I can get it wet. It was such a luxury having a lightweight splint that I could remove. And at 2 1/2 weeks, they removed the steristrips over my scar:
I started going to physical therapy twice a week (unfortunately, not at the same office where Dr. Hotpants works). We couldn't do much at first -- if you do too much too soon, you can rupture the tendons again. Yeah, that kinda defeats the purpose of the whole ordeal! And I was given home exercises to do four times a day -- other than for that and for bathing, I was to wear the splint at all times. After the warnings about not turning my palm down, I was very conscious of it whenever it was out of the splint, and soon enough it didn't even feel natural to turn it that way. I was allowed to use my thumb all I wanted, which was a great help to me.
At the 4-week mark it was time to see the doctor again. Even though I knew he was married, I couldn't help having dumb little quasi-asexual fantasies about him. Like, I read the website blurb on him, about how he gives lectures on improperly healed wrist fractures... and suddenly I'm traveling around the country with him as his... I dunno, Exhibit A? Hee. Yeah, crazy. And it doesn't help that I've shown the website to EVERYONE and they're all drooling and dreaming up their own ailments to go see him for! LOL
So, after counting down the days, then the hours... I finally had my appointment -- AND HE WASN'T THERE. !!!!! And you know WHY he wasn't there? His wife just had "the baby" a few days before, and he was only working afternoons that week. This baby that I didn't even know was on the horizon. *SIIIIGH*
Somehow I managed to be appropriately "awwwww that's great!" instead of bursting into frustrated how-awful-to-be-cheated-out-of-my-little-moments-with-him tears. I thought I'd have to wait another 2 weeks to see him... oh no, this time I would go FOUR more weeks before my next appointment (July 8th). :(
The important thing, though, is my hand was lookin' good. Doc's assistant said she'd talk to Doc later about shortening my splint so my elbow would be free. Yay!
Here are the pics I took at 4 weeks:
And the next time I went to therapy, they were indeed given the go-ahead to hack off my splint's elbow, leaving me with what I have currently:
Woohoo shortness! It felt so good to have my elbow free to move about. And I still wasn't turning my hand the "bad" way anyway, having trained myself.
Now I was able to do more in therapy. Doing more = being tortured more, but IT WILL BE WORTH IT. I must believe that!
At 6 weeks, my hand looks pretty gosh darn normal:
And no more full-time splint wearing! At my therapy session Monday, I was told to wear it more than I did over the weekend, though -- my fingers are too droopy. So now I wear it at home but not at work. And I'll be wearing it overnight for a long time yet. But that's okay, I'm used to it and have no difficulty sleeping with it anymore. I AM noticing improvement in my grip and my typing. YAY PROGRESS. And actually, it never hurts when it's in the splint. It feels safe there. When it's out, it's nice to have the (limited) use of that hand, but it does get sore very easily.
I'm a little frustrated because I didn't realize I would still be this impaired at 6 weeks...but now, at nearly 7, I feel like I am seeing significant improvement. And compared to some of the "war stories" I've heard from fellowtorture victims therapy-goers, I'm doing just fine.
Did you read all that? Gold star for you <333
tl;dr version: After much inconvenience and pain, the gimp hand is on the mend. ...and my doctor is hot.
So I'm back, but I'm running off again for the holiday weekend -- up to the mountains to escape this heat. Remember I AM reading your entries ~ I will comment more as I spend more time out of the splint ♥
gizzi1213 for keeping me sane while I was LJ-challenged!Soooo much to write about! But I'm only going to focus on The Hand here. The other stuff may or may not get rambled about eventually. Oh - and I'll also babble about my sordid affair with my "aesthetically pleasing" doctor, since
fialleril wanted some hot doc stories! Those will be sprinkled throughout. Thursday, May 14th. I woke up early, still excited rather than nervous. I got up and...oh wait, it's gonna take forever if I go through 6 weeks minute by minute, eh? FAST FORWARD. I should have slept as long as possible, since I had to distract myself from the fact that I wasn't allowed to eat, drink, or pee. My brother was here burning CDs and something he said gave me a sudden urge to watch Boomerang, so that's what I did before the arrival of Aaron, my trusty chauffeur for the day. He drove me to the surgicenter and worked in the waiting area the whole time.
Peed in the cup, stripped down to my undies (was glad I go to keep those on this time), got an IV tube stuck in my right hand. I was just lying there waiting when Dr. Hottie waltzed in. Waltzed in and drew the curtain around, so we were ALONE. (seriously, he looks like he should be on a soap opera: CHECK HIM OUT - and in person he's even better looking, and quite charismatic!)
Hot!Doc: Mind if I sit here? *indicating my bed*
My brain: asdoierwgh;yertkbyy;ikreusw;tiugjhfvewthmgcv,sd
Me: ~Go ahead!~
Mind you, I was very aware of the fact that I looked awful. Glasses, hospital gown, hair pulled up in a shower cap type thingie, no make-up. But whatevs, he would have found it odd if I looked glamorous at that moment, y/y?
So he sits and picks up my left arm. Starts talking about one thing we'd discussed in the office that I hadn't specifically agreed to. (backtracking a little, a nurse called me the day before and asked me questions -- one of them was for me to tell her in my own words what would happen in my surgery. I gave my layman's answers but forgot about this one thing. If I hadn't, Doc probably wouldn't have come and talk to me, though!) So he moves my arm about and touches it while explaining the one other thing he wants to do. He remembers I wasn't too concerned about it in the office. I explain that I was more worried about my fingers, but at the time I thought *I* would be paying for all of this... and I took this opportunity to thank him for telling me to pursue the worker's comp thing and for backing me up. He was adorable! He kinda dismissed it as no big deal. Had me initial his form authorizing him to do this other thing -- with my IV'd hand, which he apologized for. Awww. As he left, I thanked him again and he sorta... smile-frowned? I DUNNO BUT IT WAS CUTE. Humbly said he just wished he'd "gotten to those tendons sooner."
My hero. *swooooooon*
They wheeled me away into the operating room. I remember being cold in there, and they put a blanket on me, and the next thing I know I was waking up in another room. The operation experience itself went much better this time compared to 14 years ago! Ah, the advances in medicine. Last time I got all jittery waiting for the drugs to put me under -- this time I didn't even remember being GIVEN any drugs. Last time my hand was killing me when I woke up and I felt disoriented, confused, and panicky -- this time I felt nothing, and it was as if I were waking up from a nap. Groggy, but not at all panicky. And the only thing I was confused about was the nurse asking me "Would you like a husband?" -To which I answered in a perplexed tone: "No. - ?" LOL then I realized she meant was it okay to bring Aaron back. We had a good chuckle about it: Aaron said I should have said "yes" and see who she brought me!
[to sum up the surgery: they did 3 major things -- removed the wrist plate, transferred tendons around in my hand, and chopped off the head of my ulna (that part that sticks up in your wrist)]
Aaron took me home and settled me on the couch, where I would be spending the majority of the next 4 days. He was great, he went out and got my pain prescription filled (generic Percoset, I think it was) and brought me a mango smoothie from Jack in the Box. Mmmmm. We both napped. He was technically supposed to stay with me for 24 hours, but he couldn't, and I knew I'd be fine so I let him go that evening. My arm was bandaged with like ten tons of cotton all the way up over my elbow, and I had a nice blue sling with an adjustable little cushion on the strap so it wouldn't irritate my neck and shoulder too much. Nifty! I took the pain pills every few hours even though I wasn't sure I needed them... figured I might as well, you know?
My sleep schedule was a bit whacked those first 4 days. I napped a lot. I couldn't sleep longer than a couple hours at a time because every time I needed to shift position, I woke up. And sometimes I couldn't fall back asleep. (so unlike me!) It just wasn't very comfortable. I spent a good portion of the 4 days topless as well :) Dressing = hard! I had to cover the arm while showering too, which was a pain in the ass.
I did feel ready to go back to work on Monday, though. I knew I had to, because it was a tight payroll and my boss was off all week. I had promised her I'd come in no matter how I felt. I decided to try just taking the pain pills at night, and that worked out fine. (I actually tried getting rid of them altogether first, but realized I did fall asleep faster on those repeated wake-ups while drugged!)
There was some miscommunication at the doc's office... I ended up having to "rush" in to have a drainage tube removed from my hand. It was supposed to have come out the day after. Whoops. I had no idea there was a tube in there under all those layers. I was all too happy to go in, expecting to see the doctor... I was glad I wore a cute dress that day (which was hard to put on!). LOL But alas, I didn't see the doc, only his assistant. Foiled!
It was cool watching her pull the tube out of my swollen, discolored, rubber-looking hand. It was the size of a large drinking straw. You'd think I would have felt that being in there, somehow, y'know? Nope. It did sting a little when she pulled it out. And there was this big gaping hole in my hand but she didn't stitch it up, said it would close right up.
She bandaged me up in a quasi-splint thing, still including my elbow. I didn't get a pic of me wearing it but here's the get-up, if you use your imagination a little and imagine the rolled bandages around the white fiberglass-y things pressed to my arm and hand. An improvement over the initial, heavier bandages...except the darn thing was ITCHY. MAD ITCHY.
(gonna plunk all the pics in here as thumbnails, click to enlarge)
I wanted to be a good girl and do everything exactly how I was supposed to. I really did. But after a few days of rubbing instead of scratching, the "don't stick sharp objects under your bandages" one was just impossible. I used this gold bookmark with a rounded edge, so technically it wasn't "sharp." And I stayed well away from the scar.
As you can imagine, everything was a challenge, of varying degrees of difficulty. I found some creative ways to do simple tasks. The pain was minimal -- after a week I wasn't even taking pain pills at night anymore. And some time in that second week my body got used to how to roll itself over without waking me up :)
My stupid crush on the doctor only blossomed with time. I did and did NOT want to know if he was married. Finally I decided I HAD to know... a quick google search confirmed that he was. SIIIIIGH. I checked out the office website (that's what's linked above) and on the "Your Doctor" tab it totally says it right there at the bottom. Cue irrational angst and woe. Oh well, he's too good for me anyway!
At the 2-week mark, I graduated to the contraption that caused Aaron to dub me "Barry Bonds":
This is my view looking down at it, cuz you guys don't need to see more pics of me from the front :) Still including the elbow. Everyone asked why it needed to go up so high if the surgery was on my hand -- it had to do with preventing me from turning the hand palm down using my forearm, cuz there was a danger of the headless ulna squishing into the other bone. Something like that!
Backtracking slightly -- the day I got that splint, I saw Dr. Hottie in the morning. His assistant undressed my arm and then left me alone, said the doc would be in shortly... of course I had to play with my hand! And I had it palm down so I could see it better. Doc came in and immediately picked up my hand, told me not to set it that way. How I managed to not blush and stammer my way through this visit, I have no clue! He told me about my surgery, how all my tendons were a mess and he had to fix more than just the pinkie. They were all fraying against that wrist plate. If I hadn't come to see him, eventually they all would have ruptured the way the pinkie tendon did. Which is exactly what I was afraid of! He said he left one major donor tendon untouched because he "might need it later" -- as in, just in case I need another surgery. >.> While we were talking, I laid my hand down the "bad" way again without realizing it. Doc noticed right away and picked up my hand, reiterating that I can't do that. Oy!
A couple amusing tidbits:
Hot!Doc: *fondles my arm, turning my wrist over, HUGE SMILE* Look at that! You were resisting me before!
My brain: asdoierwgh;yertkbyyikreuswtiugjhfvewthmgcvsd LIKE I WOULD EVER
~ ~ ~
Hot!Doc: *frowns at pinkie tightness, explains how he couldn't save the original tendon cuz it was all shriveled up (guess I waited too long D:)*
Me: So it won't ever be the way it was before?
Hot!Doc: God-given? No.
Me: *teasing smile* You mean you're not God?
(yes I really did say that, lol)
Hot!Doc: *laughs!!!* No, far from it!
My brain: LIES >.>
~
I took some pictures of my 2-week hand. It's still really ugly, though you can't see the yellow color of it very well here:
I can wash it now, yaaaaay! It's still completely useless at this point, but at least I can get it wet. It was such a luxury having a lightweight splint that I could remove. And at 2 1/2 weeks, they removed the steristrips over my scar:
I started going to physical therapy twice a week (unfortunately, not at the same office where Dr. Hotpants works). We couldn't do much at first -- if you do too much too soon, you can rupture the tendons again. Yeah, that kinda defeats the purpose of the whole ordeal! And I was given home exercises to do four times a day -- other than for that and for bathing, I was to wear the splint at all times. After the warnings about not turning my palm down, I was very conscious of it whenever it was out of the splint, and soon enough it didn't even feel natural to turn it that way. I was allowed to use my thumb all I wanted, which was a great help to me.
At the 4-week mark it was time to see the doctor again. Even though I knew he was married, I couldn't help having dumb little quasi-asexual fantasies about him. Like, I read the website blurb on him, about how he gives lectures on improperly healed wrist fractures... and suddenly I'm traveling around the country with him as his... I dunno, Exhibit A? Hee. Yeah, crazy. And it doesn't help that I've shown the website to EVERYONE and they're all drooling and dreaming up their own ailments to go see him for! LOL
So, after counting down the days, then the hours... I finally had my appointment -- AND HE WASN'T THERE. !!!!! And you know WHY he wasn't there? His wife just had "the baby" a few days before, and he was only working afternoons that week. This baby that I didn't even know was on the horizon. *SIIIIGH*
Somehow I managed to be appropriately "awwwww that's great!" instead of bursting into frustrated how-awful-to-be-cheated-out-of-my-little-moments-with-him tears. I thought I'd have to wait another 2 weeks to see him... oh no, this time I would go FOUR more weeks before my next appointment (July 8th). :(
The important thing, though, is my hand was lookin' good. Doc's assistant said she'd talk to Doc later about shortening my splint so my elbow would be free. Yay!
Here are the pics I took at 4 weeks:
And the next time I went to therapy, they were indeed given the go-ahead to hack off my splint's elbow, leaving me with what I have currently:
Woohoo shortness! It felt so good to have my elbow free to move about. And I still wasn't turning my hand the "bad" way anyway, having trained myself.
Now I was able to do more in therapy. Doing more = being tortured more, but IT WILL BE WORTH IT. I must believe that!
At 6 weeks, my hand looks pretty gosh darn normal:
And no more full-time splint wearing! At my therapy session Monday, I was told to wear it more than I did over the weekend, though -- my fingers are too droopy. So now I wear it at home but not at work. And I'll be wearing it overnight for a long time yet. But that's okay, I'm used to it and have no difficulty sleeping with it anymore. I AM noticing improvement in my grip and my typing. YAY PROGRESS. And actually, it never hurts when it's in the splint. It feels safe there. When it's out, it's nice to have the (limited) use of that hand, but it does get sore very easily.
I'm a little frustrated because I didn't realize I would still be this impaired at 6 weeks...but now, at nearly 7, I feel like I am seeing significant improvement. And compared to some of the "war stories" I've heard from fellow
Did you read all that? Gold star for you <333
tl;dr version: After much inconvenience and pain, the gimp hand is on the mend. ...and my doctor is hot.
So I'm back, but I'm running off again for the holiday weekend -- up to the mountains to escape this heat. Remember I AM reading your entries ~ I will comment more as I spend more time out of the splint ♥
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Date: 2009-07-01 01:53 pm (UTC)I'll try to read your post at a later time - have to leave for work. Just wanted to say welcome back :)
Oh and I changed my name so don't go thinking, "OMG, who's that freak???" 'k? :D
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Date: 2009-07-01 02:36 pm (UTC)Thank you! I see you have lots of new people on your f-list too, where are they all coming from???? Nice to see you reaching out to more people, I know you've had issues with people being fucktards in the past :|
I still need new HP iconage, dangit. This is my only one.
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Date: 2009-07-01 02:00 pm (UTC)*hugsquish* I'm so glad the surgery went well :)
Nice to know your doc was hot -- when I had my lip done, mine was some creepy old perv. I always get the old, grotty ones. Or the women with beards. You know.
Anyway.
BECAUSE YOU ARE ALIIIIIIVE, YOU MAY HAVE A PRESENT.
WHATEVER YOU WANT.
DEMAND IT, AND SAMMY SHALL GIVE IT.
WELCOME BACK TO THE REAL WORLD!!
XXXXXXX
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Date: 2009-07-01 02:38 pm (UTC)The first doctor I went to (before I got the specialist referral) was old and kinda fat. Sooo much more fun to see a young hottie instead :)
YOUR COMMENT IS PRESENT ENOUGH FOR ME <33333
(the real world? LJ is the REAL WORLD? I had no idea!)
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Date: 2009-07-01 03:58 pm (UTC)glad your hand is healing well.
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Date: 2009-07-01 04:22 pm (UTC)Thanks <3
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Date: 2009-07-01 04:06 pm (UTC)(Okay, I felt weird saying that yesterday in the middle of a comm. LOL )
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Date: 2009-07-01 04:24 pm (UTC)The saga6 one? Yeah, hehe. Not like there's that many people in that comm though~
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Date: 2009-07-01 06:36 pm (UTC)Oh I'm so glad you're okay! I MISSED YOU WENDY! ♥
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Date: 2009-07-01 06:53 pm (UTC)Thaaaanks! I miss you at Pluto! Palps misses harrassing Mara :)
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Date: 2009-07-01 09:02 pm (UTC)I read the whole thing but as I have nothing else to do in the evenings, I'm able to give long posts my full attention. :p
I noticed the hand is visibly swollen in the "2 weeks" pictures, it actually looks quite painful.
and chopped off the head of my ulna (that part that sticks up in your wrist
*Curious* What did they do that for? Was that part of getting the plate out?
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Date: 2009-07-01 09:12 pm (UTC)Glad to be your bedtime story then ;)
It looks worse than it felt -- it only hurt if I let it drop to my side or if, say, a random cat happened to walk over it. Hehe, the kitties were actually pretty good about not doing that. I kept it elevated a lot. Oh and the kitties love to rub against the splint, cuz the velcro fastenings are a bit rough, they like that!
That's the thing I had forgotten about that Dr. Hottie had to get my approval to do. It's supposed to assist with me turning my palm up, and I think there were some bone spurs in there anyway from the earlier injury... potentially problematic later on. But the main thing was the movement. I'm not sure how successful that was... it's still very hard to turn over, and it won't go all the way without assistance, but maybe it's just too soon. My wrist is freakishly smooth there now. Kinda cool!
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Date: 2009-07-02 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-07-02 12:42 am (UTC)Glad to hear that the surgery went well.
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Date: 2009-07-02 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-02 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-02 08:02 pm (UTC)So hey it's my turn to come visit now. Too bad I don't have money anymore :|
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Date: 2009-07-03 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-03 06:18 am (UTC)ANYWAYS!
I'm glad your Back! :D And The surgery went well! I've missed you!
I was like "Something seems weird....IT'S CAUSE WENDY'S GONE!"
It was like...The end of the word or something x3
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Date: 2009-07-04 02:39 am (UTC)Glad to hear there is progress on the hand and that the surgery went well *hug*
I liked the bits where you added innuendos with the hot!Doc LOL
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Date: 2009-07-06 05:04 am (UTC)It's okay! I knew a lot of people wouldn't bother reading just cuz it's so looooong. I probably should have warned for medical ickiness too, though, my bad!
HOT DOC MAKES IT ALL BETTER, YESSSSS.
Three days 'til I see him again, w00t
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Date: 2009-07-05 02:45 pm (UTC)Love the hot doctor story....
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Date: 2009-07-06 05:06 am (UTC)Hot doc definitely seems to be stealing the show on this post, yup :)
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Date: 2009-07-06 02:32 pm (UTC)My ! It was the longest entry I'd ever read, really ! *laughs!* But I'm so glad to have found out your hand is getting better everyday that you're now getting back into the world of jobs and the internet, etc. ! ;)
Well... you know, I really like it when you talk about Dr Hottie and get "extremely" excited because... whenever you're in a state of being lovey-dovey(?), you kind of space out(?) and get far, far away, well, sort of. ^_^;
But whenever you talked about him, you really did share your happiness/cheerfulness with us ! :D ( Oh, I saw the picture of the Dr, Wendy. And I think you're right. He IS hot ! *giggles* )
But I know how you feel, Wendy, because...like I said on Yahoo!Answers, I've also got myself interested in an older man I don't even know very much. Mmm, if this mystery man of mine with a sandy-coloured beard and I are destined to be together, I'm sure our paths will cross again. ^_^;
Well, take good care of yourself, Wendy ! *hugs!*
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Date: 2009-07-06 03:18 pm (UTC)Is your guy married? If not, good luck! If so... well, happy dreaming to you? Hee.
I see Dr. Cutie again in 2 days. Hopefully he'll actually be there this time so I can get another stupid little thrill. LOL
I owe you fic! I've written it, just haven't gotten around to typing it up yet. I'm going to start doing that this week, I hope. But I'll post them in the order I wrote them so you'll have to be patient, yours is... 5th I think?
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Date: 2009-07-08 01:25 am (UTC)Thanks for reading through all that <3
Heee, maybe since Aaron waited there the whole time instead of just dropping me off they assume we were married? *snort*
The God comment was probably as
flirtydorky as I got. HIS LAUGH WAS SO WORTH IT.Hopefully now that I'm back online I'll be more distracted from the Exhibit A fantasies, cuz that's completely hopeless :D
I hope I have a new blurb to post tomorrow -- I FINALLY have another appointment with him. It's been 4 weeks, and I didn't even SEE him last time! I wrote down everything I want to ask him just in case I see him and my brain melts :) I figure that's not a weird thing to do because I know someone else who does it even though her doctor is old and fugly, lol.
A 12-year-old told me my scar was COOL! YEAH!
Thanks for your other comments too, I'll get to those when I log in over there...after I get some actual productive things done! ♥
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Date: 2009-07-09 04:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-09 04:56 am (UTC)Thank youuuuuuuu - though I just updated again. I thought things were going along okay but doc is Not Impressed. O_O I like how perfectionist he is!
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Date: 2009-07-09 03:22 pm (UTC)Your doctor is fucking adorable. I'd let him manipulate my tendons any day.
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Date: 2009-07-09 07:47 pm (UTC)Isn't he, though? He's gorgeous and charming and intelligent and kind and GUH COULD A MAN BE ANY MORE PERFECT.
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Date: 2009-07-12 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-13 03:20 am (UTC)And YES HE IS THE HOTTEST DOCTOR EVAR. I must now change my sexuality to "celebrity-sexual and/or hot!doc-sexual."
I have to wait 4 weeks to see him again (well, 3 1/2 now!) but he said to come in sooner if anything changes. HMMMMMMMM. I really do think my arm is more crooked than it should be. O.o I'm probably just paranoid...and grasping!