Well I have had a great couple of days in London and as always the workload became high enough that I nearly overstayed my off peak travel! Still it was enough to keep me busy this evening and I do love busy!
I think I sorted my oyster issue but it seems madness to have to go all the way through the barrier when the pink readers count as entry, surely they should also do exit when there is no yellow on the route? Spectacularly having worked all of this out I dropped into Westfield for a sandwich on the way home and then by bloody NR ticket wouldn’t let me back in!
I have go hold of a temporary physioterrorist and he is seeing me at 08:30 on Friday, something tells m that the half an hour earlier appointment is going to be far from convenient!
Honourable mention to Jo for reminding me of older posts as she catches up!
And the title? Well it seems that my righty is suffering from lack of attention, the blister has gone down but the wound started itching earlier which is nothing short of weird. As you will recall there is no feeling in the scar so the itch is nothing more than phantom but of course that doesn’t stop you trying to itch it! When I try and rub ( can’t itch its too delicate) the tendon get compressed and my hand spasms!
It seems that righty is not alone with needing attention as lefty has developed a painful clunk but I’m sure we will work through that with a few grimaces. My guess is that as people get used to seeing me and stop saying I’m looking better than they thought my injuries will stop thinking that they have to remind me they are there!
Well I must say that its so much easier not having to select a range of medical accessories for a night out!
Well physioterrorist was due to call me with an appointment for today since she is now on hols for two weeks but no call, I will chase for Friday and for now just keep torturing myself, how hard can it be?
I actually think something has overworked lefty because I made the bed today and it really hurt, but hey it will learn. Righty has developed an interesting blister at just the point in the wound that burst on my first foray into bathing, I’m guessing this is because the tendon is still very close to the surface and has had some sort of trauma?
Leggy remains the superstar as the district nurse signed it off today! Discharged fully hence one less visitor, lovely people, very friendly and helpful but if they are not visiting its because you have healed.
I have concluded that the world I inhabit is getting far too small and that has definitely confirmed the need for a change. I have always revelled in the fact that I work away and that keeps me clear of the gossip and routine, suits me because I am a fiercely private person in that respect. Since the accident I have fallen into too much routine and become (or perhaps just seen that I am) too much a part of the gossip. I will work through the difficulties but then I am resettling, I think we all know where.
Bring on Appley beach
And thanks in particular to mark law for the excellent find pictured below, mine arrived from china today and is supremely comfortable.
The mouse is dead, long live super mouse!
Leggy completed 24 hrs uncovered and dry today, we have done it! Moisturise for a while and then ignore it I’m sure that’s what she said? By Monday I expect to be back in jeans with out disturbing it finally.
Physioterrorist was good today and she did some work on righty, righty ate it up like an eager puppy and has shown that despite the wrist deformity it’s the most agile of the two. New torture devices on order to work on the lack of rotation on lefty, actually looking forward to it oddly.
On a lighter note I pass a large asda* on the way to the hospital and was hugely entertained to see the standard “trolley will stop if it passes the red line” sign and several trolleys discarded within a few metres but one trolley must have gone 300 metres! The wheels were buckled, the security boot had gouged the Tarmac and the trolley was not near any convenient exit from the footpath but it had beaten the red line. There are a lot of things you learn in life and one is that there is an inexplicable link between stupidity and determination.
I would have taken a picture but, for reasons that I think we’re intentional, the abandonment occurred just out of sight of the store and the red line.
*other oversized supermarkets are available, normally too many
It’s been a long and thoughtful day today but sometimes they just are I guess.
My neighbours should be happier today as the plumber has replaced the plastic union that appeared to snap of its own accord!
Lefty is complaining still today but that’s just to be ignored because tomorrow the physioterrorist gets to stretch its limits regardless of complaints.
Righty is enjoying the fact that I am now pushing its exercise having taken the physio advice over the surgeons, the scaring is weird makes it feel like my hand has been strapped down because the scar gives a little when pushed. Apparently it’s all about stretching collagen cells past their elastic limit but not so far as to tear them, sage advice I am sure.
Sensation, which seems to be subject of the day, is not really changing but that is apparently what is expected as its one of the last things to get back. At the moment most fingers have full sensation with the exception of the little ones and thumbs but the overall sensation cannot seem to do smooth, that is to say that running my fingers over glass feels like sandpaper. Given that sand is the dominant ingredient in glass you (or I) would be forgiven for thinking that my fingers read back in time but I’ve tested this theory when shaving and unless I was born with stubble it’s definitely a sensation failure.
Leggy is today’s superstar as its had the whole day without a dressing! That’s the best it’s ever been and I like to think its a affirmation of my policy of strictly ignoring medical opinion, but then I can always find success in the smallest things.
The title says highs and lows life is today’s quandary, not the actual breathing and living bit lets be fair that’s been fairly easy to understand for generations, but the overall purpose. Don’t get me wrong I have many purposes throughout a working day but I am struggling right now to isolate the overall purpose of general existence and what it is that its all for…..
To end on a lighter note I have just seen an advert for bio oil on the television, do you think they do bio grease? I’m thinking righty may need a little more than an oil that reduces stretch marks!
Well I’m home from a two day stint at work! Travelled Tuesday and returned today, whilst that may not sound like a busy week I work late in the evenings to keep up with the time that I lose travelling!
Great to be a bit more active on site, stupid as it sounds the familiarity of railways and the team can be comfortably familiar. I remain astounded by the support that I am, and have, received from work, amazing on every level.
Good to catch up with the guys for a meal and couple of pints last night, appologies to the barman for seeing the hole in righty! Interesting to sleep in a hotel bed and try and accomodate my injuries, interestingly this was a two mattress afair (kinda like two singles) and lefty was almost determined to get stuck in there! Coupled with whacking my right arm into the toilet roll holder, which I should add was hooked over the radiator having been detached at some historical point, made me consider the star rating somewhat.
Nice to see normal reaching over the horizon, bring on the physioterrorist!
Off to work this morning and all those difficult decisions, what train to get, jeans or workwear, trainers or boots and of course mepolin or mepore or mesorb? Bloody leg (literally).
But it is looking happier with daily attention!
Physioterrorist this morning and it started badly, she asked how bad it had been after Friday and I responded with “no problem at all, didn’t even notice, can we try harder?”
So everything went double difficult and forces all went up, lots of shaky hands which is what happens when I go too far. Very pleased with my performance and I was rewarded with a hot wax treatment, now if your ever offered one say yes! Quick massage and then we do my limits test not as it sounds though because these are not my limits of movement but are the limits of forced movement.
It actually takes the physioterrorist two hands to force my hand as far as it will go and that is the limit we measure, does it hurt? Hell yes! Do I moan? Of course not limits only extend if you push hard! And the result? 8 degrees increase in movement against an expected 4, congratulations all round and my physioterrorist is now adamant that the left is a keeper and so pleased with herself that she is starting on the right with some minor stuff.
Next excessive for home? Marbles, yes I know the jokes and yes I have to buy some having lost mine many years ago! But the task is to pick one up at a time and then shake it into your palm until you have 5 or so, then take each one individually to the very tip of your finger and thumb and place it down without dropping it. School kid easy right? Wrong, I shake like I have Parkinson’s trying that and it drives me mental so I will beat it just like everything else.
District nurse has just dropped off more random dressing ideas and saline and gauze and yellow band and various other bits and pieces for me to try and control the donor site on the leg, its actually looking more healthy and to be honest I think the illegal soaking in the bath has done it the world of good.
Interestingly even the nurse says she wants to dress my arm because the ‘hole’ looks like an open wound, in fact she thinks it looks like a stick on special effect alien slash. For me I think it’s a great talking point, never without a conversation when you have an arm that can induce vomit!
Google* searches tell me that the skin graft site is harder to heal than the donor site and I have to take serious issue with this!
On a positive note I am the right age to be a google doctor, sound odd? Well it’s perfectly logical when you consider the three ages of google users:
Too young – With no real understanding of the world outside of the web everything is believed with no balance. So you get people not taking lithium prescribed for their psychosis because a 15 year old blogged that it gave her acne!
Just right – This is where I reside, I study the net for advice but am experienced enough to be selective with the results. Ok sometimes I’m selective based on knowing the answer I want rather than any technical grounds but nonetheless its a useful tool in a wider armoury.
Too old – At this stage google is a step too far for them and the Internet is best left for the grandchildren, during this stage you won’t even use google to look up the doctors number because ‘we did perfectly well before the Internet’
So google today advised me that a bath and good soak of the donor site was in order, obviously the donor site was kept covered till the end. I soaked away the dried exudate and started bleeding quite heavily but I persevered and the blood slowed down, the wound cleaned up quite well and was looking the best it’s looked for a while.
New dressing fashioned from my now extensive medical supplies and quite pleased with myself.
Below are two pictures so you can compare and see if you agree that the graft site is slower than the donor! As a point of scale the length of the wound on my leg is exactly 12″ which is handy given that is the largest dressing size.
* other search facilities are available (apparently)