Well, that wasn’t too bad. I managed to rein in my anxiety–I even waited to leave the house for the appointment, how bold i felt resisting the urge to leave an hour early for a sixteen minute drive–and off I went on a gray drizzly morning to Metairie. It was kind of interesting, really; I am not, after all, going to have a cast after the biceps repair surgery, but rather a flexible brace that will keep my arm bent at a ninety-degree angle–and if I take the brace off (to shower in, for example) I just have to keep the arm bent that way. I won’t be able to shower until the day after Thanksgiving, which will be delightful to be around, I am sure. I will have oxycodone for peaks in the pain, and prescription-strength Tylenol every six hours. I won’t be able to drive for an entire week–the pain meds, mostly–but after my first pre-op appointment, I should be fine. I requested that they recommend me for a three-week medical leave, thinking it would be easier to get it extended if necessary rather than cutting it shorter–and I get to turn in all that paperwork to HR tomorrow. I don’t think this is going to be nearly as dreadful and scary as I was fearing, and hopefully the PT won’t be terrible. I have the brace, as well as the body soap I need to use the night before and morning of the surgery, I just can’t eat or drink after eleven pm the night before (I am always in bed by ten at the latest anyway), and hopefully things will go smoothly. I’ve got my wagon for grocery orders and so forth to be brought in, and I think I’ll even be able to type–not as quickly or as accurately, of course, but according to Dr. Google I wasn’t even going to be able to do that part, either.
Although it does raise the question of how to put on shirts….hmmm. I generally don’t like not wearing a shirt around the house. (Shirtlessness at home? Never! In a gay bar? Almost the entire time!) But I will survive. I also think I am going to start my time out of the office next Monday. It makes the most sense to not go in on Monday–and I’ll do like this week, go in and work on Friday to make up for it–I can get everything ready and prepared for my absence. I kind of take care of a lot of stuff around the office that I don’t even think my supervisor would be able to sit down and list everything without forgetting things, so…yeah. It’ll be interesting when I return to the office after my time out.
So I have the rest of the day off, and now that I am home I am feeling more energetic and alive than I did all weekend–clearly the pre-op appointments were weighing heavily on my brain–so I am going to try to get all the stuff done today that I managed to blow off over the weekend. There’s a load of dishes to put away and another load to go in the dishwasher, all that filing and organizing I completely ignored, and of course, Lou Berney’s Dark Ride to read; I didn’t have much time to wait for any of the appointments this morning so I could crack the book back open. So I think I’ll take care of the dishes first, and do some organizing before spending some time with Lou’s book. I don’t think there’s enough to laundry to warrant doing a load, but I can check on that as well.
It’s also lovely breezing through all of this without having to open my wallet. Thank heavens for a paid-off deductible. They also have already called in all my prescriptions for post -surgery care, so I will have everything waiting for me at home when I get back from the surgery. I’m also going to have a “numbing ball” attached to my shoulder with a three day supply of numbing stuff, and an ice contraption machine of some sort to keep my arm numbed and cold for several days. Not going to lie–not a big fan of cold things, outside of ice cream and ice cream products–and that could be kind of a drag too, but I am assuming that those first few days at home I’m going to be mostly in a drug-induced stupor on those days. I probably should be a bit concerned about food, too–how can I cook with one hand? How can I eat with one hand? Probably a really good thing I was already on this liquid diet, right?
But this is the beginning of the end of the arm issue, thank you baby Jesus, and I can look forward to probably actually getting back into the gym and working out again by the end of March, which will be nice. I think I may reactivate the membership in January, just so I can start doing cardio and stretching again.
And on that note, I am heading into the spice mines. Enjoy the rest of your day, Constant Reader, as I am planning on doing. I am sure there’s also another episode of Moonlighting in my future.
Queer and Loathing in America 