I consider myself having a pretty "tough shell" when it comes to most things in life.
I dont have a circle of friends that I meet up with once a week for coffee and a chinwag. When you spend the better half of your life exploring the inards of various hospitals, friends dont exactly queue up to join you on the tour.
I've been right to the brink of death ... only to be turned away by St Peter at the Pearly Gates. Apparently he thought it would be a good idea for me to turn up to my own wedding, not my own funeral.
Ok ... the moans and groans about my hand injury have already been well documented here (somewhere down the bottom of the page) and here .
After nearly six weeks of ultra-sound, TENS treatment (trancutaneous electrical nerve stimulation), massage, stretches, playing with therapeutic putty and elastic bands, and using half-kilo hand weights ... I'm a nervous, frustrated, terrified, pain-wracked wreck.
The area that was operated on has healed perfectly.
Two weeks ago my physio requested that I return to the Hospital (where I got the inital run-around and not much done) to request a bone scan (NOT a bone density scan).
So, I toddled off to the public hospital, with Troy in tow as back-up. To say that the doctor who treated me all those months ago was surprised to see me again would be the understatement of the new year lol. He was not too happy to find out that despite surgery, the saga was not yet over. Unfortunately, due to federal legislation he was unable to request the bone scan.
He enquired if I was seeing the private surgeon for a follow-up visit, and when I said it was Monday Jan 14th, he breathed a sigh of relief. While I was there he did do another round of x-rays and the only real problem he could see was a nice case of osteoperosis setting in due to the lack of use for so many months.
Picked up a copy of my x-rays this arvo and dropped in to the physio's office on the off chance of snaffling him between patients. Didn't have to wait long. To the amusement of other patients in the reception/waiting room, he and I had a good discusion and gander at my latest pretty pics and both came to the same conclusion ... we have no idea what the F*** is goin on!
In a normal x-ray, bones appear to be a bright white colour. In my left hand I have dark shadows and even black patches on the bones around my thumb and the area of my wrist below my thumb. Not good! Then to add to my worries he said "hmmmm ... tendons aren't supposed to show up on x-rays. I can see yours as clear as a bell. It's like its solidifying for some reason." YIKES!!!
My physio's completely baffled.
I'm a right royal wreck and my emotions are all over the place to the point that the slightest pain in my left hand/wrist, or the thought of the next specialist visit, or the thought of how this one little thing seems to have taken over my life and my career, has me in tears.
For a laugh I tried on the plaster cast that I'd had on my arm prior to my surgery. It had been cut in half so I could start some physio treatment before my date with the surgeon. To my horror, it was a perfect fit ... actually not quite perfect as I had to force the two halves together to tape them together. It was an eye-opener for Troy who'd been saying that he didn't think my hand and arm looked all that swollen. Oh well!
I'm trying to keep a brave face, but I'm failing miserably. I was brought up with the "when you walk out the front door, or you get visitors, you put a smile on your face no matter what" command. That command sucks!
What has really upset me though is an incident that happended just after Christmas. I sent a text message to my sister one night asking if our parents were still at her place (in Canberra) or if they were travelling again. She sent a text back telling me where they were and I replied that I would ring them in the morning, could she let them know. No problem so far.
I slept in the next morning and was woken by my mobile phone ringing in my ear (i'd left it on the bedside table). It was my mother. In summary, the conversation went a little like this:
1. Dont bother your sister with trivial text messages
2. I'm calling from our mobile phone so i'll have to keep this short to save money
3. Dont doctor shop or you'll get a bad reputation
4. Everyone has to put up with and live with a little pain in their lives.
NOT quite the conversation I was hoping for. I was calling my mum and dad because I needed their advice and help. The only way I could find out where they were was to contact my sister (my olds usually have their mobile turned off and they dont know how to use txt msgs). I'm getting tired of driving a nearly 3 hour round trip to see my Gatekeeper up in Rocky who's getting tired of writing prescriptions for codeine because he doesnt want his name on "the list". I was in terrible pain with my hand; and to top it all off, I'd been bitten by a spider when we went out to set crab-pots the weekend before and I ended up at the ER two days after Christmas, unable to walk properly, swollen groin glands and a nice big disgusting "thing" (about 5in in diameter) on the back of my leg. I just wanted my mum and dad!!! Instead I got a lecture, a cursory drop-in visit for about an hour on their way home (they drove from Rockhampton to Canberra and back via Brisbane) and another lecture before they left. Oh yeah, the lectures were from mum. If I'd had the chance I would've taken my dad aside and burst into tears on his shoulder.
So I'm bawling my eyes out and pouring my heart out to people I love so much who live so far away.
### taking short break to go and find a box of tissues ###
I've even scored numerous lectures about how dangerous "these sites" can be. For F***'s sake ... i'm 32 ... not 15 and full of outta-control hormones! You can imagine what it was like when Troy and I had to explain where we met ...
I'm terrified about going to the doc on monday. The physio has also suggested cortisone injections, which I know hurt like hell ... my pain threshold used to be pretty good ... it's taken a beating though. I'm terrified that the doc is going to say that he can't tell what's going on from all the x-rays and scans and the only way to find out is to do more surgery!
Ahh ... i'm a right mess! Emotionally and physically! I hate it!
Troy has a pretty good idea of what i'm going through. He had his achillies tendon severed about 7 years ago and he went through numerous surgeries, a hell of a lot of pain, and just as much physio. He was working as a glazier and a sheet of reinforced safety glass shattered while he was loading it onto a truck.
I'm so glad I found him. He's put up with some pretty nasty stuff with my health, yet we're still together, stronger. Yes, he's coming to see the doc with me on monday. The girls probably will too, since they're on summer vacation for another 2 weeks (4 down, 2 to go!). They're hangin out til the day I can play with them again. Do the fun stuff outside with them and the dogs.
Zena, our Rottweiler, has become my new "baby" (although Fidget will always be in my heart). She's four. Her favourite game is to jam her head inbetween the back doorpost and the person going in or out the door and forcing her way inside. She looks for me first then the girls. Trying to get her outside is another task in itself. Today she planted her butt at the laundry door which meant, whilst gripping her collar with my good hand, I had to physically nudge and slide her towards the backdoor. The girls thought it was a hysterical sight! I placated her undignified exit with a few bones to chew through.
I think I've out-typed the length of concentration of most readers ... sorry!! To those who've waded through it all and come out alive ... thanks for the loan of your eyes.
Ruby ... You commented about how I remembered you liking being an Aussie's Mate. My mate, I never forget wonderful things like that. We were a fledgling group and were fending off some pretty nasty characters back then. It was a priviledge to welcome you to the group and a privilidge to defend you as my friend (along with everyone else i've shoved two feet in my mouth for

Time for me to try and soak my worries and fears away in a nice warm shower. It's been raining a lot and the temp is nowhere near the searing heat we usually get at this time of year ... it's actually cool enough to need a light jacket at night ... and its mid-summer! The rain is welcomed though. So much of our country has been in drought, even the areas that have been declared disaster areas because of floods, are happy! The underground water tables are being replenished, the levels of almost empty dams are rising. The only problem with the rain? It means fishing is off the to-do list!
Well, Troy has just noticed that i'm still typing away and asked if I was writing a 10,000 word essay. So I think that's my cue to shuddup and go have a good cry in the shower.
Until next time ...
Love ... hugs ... sweet dreams ... soft moonbeams ... and positive thoughts to all ...