Feeling Like a Pincushion
My healing from my broken arm continues. At 3+ weeks, I’m quite disappointed to be still sore and - at times - in considerable pain. Right now, I’m having trouble getting to sleep.
Today was a long day - early rise for a shower (the process is one that I’m generally handling better - I can mostly manage on my own, although the stopping point is putting my bra on - thank God for my daughter and my husband), appointment with an allergist (LOTS of tiny needles for allergy testing), and several naps after - not for sleep, but to rest a very sore body.
On the positive side, I have a new medication, that isn’t too expensive, and may solve my asthma problem. Just have to remember the dose, twice a day.
I hate not having two hands. The functional one is tender and overused, and my wrist is showing the effects of handling the weight two wrists normally carry. It could be worse - it was the right arm, and I’m left-handed.
But when I’m in pain, it’s hard to focus on the positive.
Once I have my arm healed, I’m going to take my PT and rehab seriously. I need to be fully mobile now that my husband is back to living with me. I want to make this time good, and that starts with shoring up our physical condition.
I can’t do it all at once; healing will take some time. Patience is NOT my strong point.
One good habit I’ve reactivated is using my Franklin planner - every day, starting with reviewing the previous days, and moving forward with the tasks of the day.
Baby steps. Building towards my goals.