Well, I have gotten my right arm's carpal tunnel repaired. Just gotta say, it's not something I'm looking forward to for my left arm. Even though they say I should....??
It was a 12 minute procedure. The longest 12 minutes of pain I can remember. The doctor had to keep shooting my arm up because I could keep feeling it as he was cutting my arm open. The tourniquette hurt like *BLEEP* and by the time he was done, I was just ready for him to cut the whole arm off just to stop the pain. Yes, world, I am a wuss!!
Friday and Saturday were a blur of narcotic laced pain killers. By Saturday afternoon I was thoroughly sick to my stomach. My husband put in a new ceiling in my living room and I slept for hours on the couch in the middle of the room. He could've dropped ceiling dust and cooties all over me (and probably did) and I would never have noticed. I do not do well with codeine, so it seems. Sunday I was pretty proud of myself for breaking my addiction (tee-hee-hee) and going to church "clean". (I do not mean to offend anyone dealing with addictions. I know they are horrible things.) Then I spent the rest of day asleep. A four hour nap and I was more than ready for bed that night.
Monday...enter in the frustration. I am wearing a cast of sorts on my arm to restrict the mobility of my wrist while it heals. I have trouble cutting things, feeding myself, writing, typing, etc. We won't even get into the adaptations my personal hygeine has had to undergo. Today is Tuesday. I am at work today. My arm is absolutely exhausted from the funky position I have to hold it in to do anything. I never realized that my ENTIRE job consists of lifting heavy, awkward things, writing, typing and working a mouse. My co-worker has graciously said she will work for me Thursday. And I get this vile thing off my arm next Tuesday. Thank GOD!!
So, with all of that.....they say I should get my left arm done because it was in the same condition my right arm was in. I am afraid that when I see my doctor on Tuesday next, that he will suggest scheduling the surgery.
How do you nicely say.....Not a chance, bucko!...??