I have almost full mobility and functioning in my right wrist. I can flex but still not rotate it.
Yesterday I mowed the lawn (because it was a jungle back there) and that aggravated my wrist. It was mistake.
Monday, September 15, 2008
My First Week of Classes
September 8 was my first full week of classes. In short it was:
Monday - class in the basement of Tuttleman. It's like a dungeon.
Tuesday - Rain and thundered all morning. The New Covenant (a gigantic 150 year old building that use to house a school for the deaf) was SPOOKY. It didn't help that there is no way to control the lights in the hall and auditorium. They are are timers. No matter how dark and spooky the weather is, you can not turn on the lights.
Wednesday - First day of my field placement. I was doing two things at once. Tough day.
Thursday - Back in the spooky building. Someone's two year old grandchild like to run and run and run and that upsets the downstairs neighbor.
Friday - Field placement again. Stayed late. Going to be a lot of those. Oh, a resident has accused me of stealing her clothes and fiddling with the dial on her radio. Right. I think everyone knows she is fibbing but it upset me.
Monday - class in the basement of Tuttleman. It's like a dungeon.
Tuesday - Rain and thundered all morning. The New Covenant (a gigantic 150 year old building that use to house a school for the deaf) was SPOOKY. It didn't help that there is no way to control the lights in the hall and auditorium. They are are timers. No matter how dark and spooky the weather is, you can not turn on the lights.
Wednesday - First day of my field placement. I was doing two things at once. Tough day.
Thursday - Back in the spooky building. Someone's two year old grandchild like to run and run and run and that upsets the downstairs neighbor.
Friday - Field placement again. Stayed late. Going to be a lot of those. Oh, a resident has accused me of stealing her clothes and fiddling with the dial on her radio. Right. I think everyone knows she is fibbing but it upset me.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Breaking News
Well, this morning my pain is down and I have more movement in my arms. Heck, typing is practically easy. However, the fingers on my right hand are swollen like little sausages and flexing them is difficult. The angry purple bruising on the palm of my hand is almost vanished but I still have this cheetah-spot pattern from the asphalt that will likely linger for a while.
Friday, August 29, 2008
You win again gravity!
This is a little embarrassing. Yesterday, at the car wash, whilst carrying the empty soda cans out of my car, I tripped and fell. Hard. On my wrist. There was that half second that seemed to hand on forever when I could feel myself about to fall over. And then I fell onto the asphalt. My knee and my my right hand stung immediately and then I realized that I could not actually get up. I just could not put any pressure on my hand.
By the time I got home I wa unable to use my hand for anything. I could move the fingers but not rotate my wrist of arm, or apply pressure. I took a tylenol and applied an ice pack. Two hours later with no improvement, Andy took the me to the hospital.
Taking x-rays was very difficult. I simply could not extend my arm to lay it flat. The technitian got frustrated, I think, and forced my arm in place, which caused me to scream and swear like a sailor. Not cool.
The good news is that I did not fracture my wrist. Hooray! I have a wrist sprain. The bad news is that it hurts like hell and there's nothing to do except take aspirin and rest. I was not thrilled to be told this. My arm hurt way too much to be a "sprain." The nurse wrapped my arm up in the bandage and put my arm in the sling. If I had a camera I'd share a sad picture of me with my arm in a sling, still in my pj's because I can not manage to raise my arm enough to get dress.
Today I feel better but I'm still in pain. I can move my fingers without pain (yes!) and can apply enough force to do simple things like open a can of soda. Last night I could not and then discovered that I was too tired to figure out how to open the can with my left hand. I can lift my arm but not extend it straight. I can not scratch my nose with my right hand, for example. Or brush my hair.
I also realized that while I am a Lefty, almost every daily task is down with my right hand. Which is frustrating.
My knee, however, is a festive shade of purple but does not hurt. Odd. Then again I have not been up and down a dozen staircases today. Given the chance, I'm sure it will smart.
All in all, I'm sore but fine. And I do look silly in the sling. Andy says I should get an eye patch. Not because I need it, just so I can pretend to be a pirate, which would make me feel better. :) I think he's right. Argh!
By the time I got home I wa unable to use my hand for anything. I could move the fingers but not rotate my wrist of arm, or apply pressure. I took a tylenol and applied an ice pack. Two hours later with no improvement, Andy took the me to the hospital.
Taking x-rays was very difficult. I simply could not extend my arm to lay it flat. The technitian got frustrated, I think, and forced my arm in place, which caused me to scream and swear like a sailor. Not cool.
The good news is that I did not fracture my wrist. Hooray! I have a wrist sprain. The bad news is that it hurts like hell and there's nothing to do except take aspirin and rest. I was not thrilled to be told this. My arm hurt way too much to be a "sprain." The nurse wrapped my arm up in the bandage and put my arm in the sling. If I had a camera I'd share a sad picture of me with my arm in a sling, still in my pj's because I can not manage to raise my arm enough to get dress.
Today I feel better but I'm still in pain. I can move my fingers without pain (yes!) and can apply enough force to do simple things like open a can of soda. Last night I could not and then discovered that I was too tired to figure out how to open the can with my left hand. I can lift my arm but not extend it straight. I can not scratch my nose with my right hand, for example. Or brush my hair.
I also realized that while I am a Lefty, almost every daily task is down with my right hand. Which is frustrating.
My knee, however, is a festive shade of purple but does not hurt. Odd. Then again I have not been up and down a dozen staircases today. Given the chance, I'm sure it will smart.
All in all, I'm sore but fine. And I do look silly in the sling. Andy says I should get an eye patch. Not because I need it, just so I can pretend to be a pirate, which would make me feel better. :) I think he's right. Argh!
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Wonder Who He Is
I've been scanning old photos from Center in the Park for a 40th anniversary project. Yesterday I found a treasure trove in the file room. My favorite photo so far is mysteriously labeled: Joe Brown, First Driver.
I assume Mr. Brown was the first bus driver for Center in the Park. Still, the photo is funky. People just do not wear leisure suits enough nowadays.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Home!
Home at last!
The best part of a long trip is coming home. Tuesday night in London I was way cranky and fed up with, "this tiny little island and its tiny little furniture and tiny little showers." Yeah, it was time to go home. Mostly I was tired to rank smelling clothes, damp towels and wearing the same funky smelling shoes for two weeks.
The plane landed 9 p.m. last night, two hours late. I didn't stress it. Although I did start to loose it when the parking garage at the Philly airport proved impossible to exit. All the exits were blocked. Amazingly. Signs would deceptively point to "exit" only to have giant orange barricades blocking the path. I'm glad Andy was driving. If it was me trying to get home after being up for 20 hours, I would probably start to cry with frustration. I was just a little too tired to have to solve a puzzle. (And I will add this to my "Philly is Unnecessarily Hostile" list.)
OK. Shower time. Then laundry. Maybe some grocery shopping. Maybe.
Jenny is updating her blog with the journal she kept during the trip. There you can read how witty and amusing I am. I'm planning on uploading photos and adding my commentary. I'll also share the wonders of the tiniest hotel room in London, with picture proving how small it was, sharing a hostel room with Jesus (or a reasonable facsimile of Jesus), how my camera broke, and getting blisters UNDER my calluses. It was an awesome trip! Oh, and Clare and Reuben's wedding, etc.
The best part of a long trip is coming home. Tuesday night in London I was way cranky and fed up with, "this tiny little island and its tiny little furniture and tiny little showers." Yeah, it was time to go home. Mostly I was tired to rank smelling clothes, damp towels and wearing the same funky smelling shoes for two weeks.
The plane landed 9 p.m. last night, two hours late. I didn't stress it. Although I did start to loose it when the parking garage at the Philly airport proved impossible to exit. All the exits were blocked. Amazingly. Signs would deceptively point to "exit" only to have giant orange barricades blocking the path. I'm glad Andy was driving. If it was me trying to get home after being up for 20 hours, I would probably start to cry with frustration. I was just a little too tired to have to solve a puzzle. (And I will add this to my "Philly is Unnecessarily Hostile" list.)
OK. Shower time. Then laundry. Maybe some grocery shopping. Maybe.
Jenny is updating her blog with the journal she kept during the trip. There you can read how witty and amusing I am. I'm planning on uploading photos and adding my commentary. I'll also share the wonders of the tiniest hotel room in London, with picture proving how small it was, sharing a hostel room with Jesus (or a reasonable facsimile of Jesus), how my camera broke, and getting blisters UNDER my calluses. It was an awesome trip! Oh, and Clare and Reuben's wedding, etc.
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