Living with the one-handed wonder....
Jan. 24th, 2012 02:13 pmLJ's response to his surgery was an interesting one, though not unanticipated. He went to sleep. We hit the bed Saturday evening at 10, and I was called out to L&D at 1. I got home and into bed the following morning at 7, and was up at half past noon. He finally got out of bed at 6:45 Sunday evening and that was only because I got him up to have some dinner breakfast. I made a pot of Avgolemono Sunday afternoon, comfort food for a grey rainy day. It's been lunch for me for the past couple of days, and likely tomorrow as well.
He's determined to do as much as he can for himself, just as long as it doesn't require both hands. I crept into the kitchen early this morning, expecting to take out the trash, only to find that he had already done that last night, before I got home with Rose. So far it appears it's the things he needs two hands for, like opening cans of dog food or pill bottles, that he'll allow me to help him with. Last night he was railing against child proof pill bottle caps, calling it governmental over-reach, his innerchild libertarian showing.
I'm grateful to say it looks like the surgery has been a success. While he has at least a couple of months of healing to do, there is only some localized pain at the surgical site. The burning, tingling and buzzing (read "neuropathic") pain is gone. We'll know soon if his strength returns. One of the consequences of his CTS has been that he's been dropping things. Broken dishes I can live with, though having Dansk hit the floor does not please me. Him having a mishap with a chain saw or other power tool is another story altogether. My fears about that keep me up at night. Little seems to make him happier than wrenching on some project on our property. That he will likely be able to return to that this summer sans misery is a very, very good thing.
This is an incredible relief for me; I was fearful this had gone on for so long, that I was afraid he'd missed the boat, in terms of getting relief from the procedure. I assisted on one of these surgeries a dozen years ago, on one of my patients. When we opened her carpal tunnel, her medial nerve already had a waist in it. It was shaped like an hour glass, presumably from the pressure that had been on it for so long. Her pain never went away. As this appears not to be my husband's fate, I'm breathing a very heavy sigh of relief.
I changed his dressing last night. The wound is clean and not inflamed, closed neatly with 1/2 dozen mattress sutures. Oh, and I was informed last night that I'm expected to be the one to remove them. He showed me the email from his surgeon, giving me the go ahead to pull them in 2 weeks. I didn't ask for this; that was LJ's doing. I suppose I'm grateful he trusts me enough to do that for him. It's usually a difficult dance between the two of us when it comes to his healthcare. He respects what I do or others, but when it comes to himself, there are times I think I married a Christian Scientist.
Again, thanks to every one for their good thoughts and well wishes. My prayers appear to have been answered.
He's determined to do as much as he can for himself, just as long as it doesn't require both hands. I crept into the kitchen early this morning, expecting to take out the trash, only to find that he had already done that last night, before I got home with Rose. So far it appears it's the things he needs two hands for, like opening cans of dog food or pill bottles, that he'll allow me to help him with. Last night he was railing against child proof pill bottle caps, calling it governmental over-reach, his inner
I'm grateful to say it looks like the surgery has been a success. While he has at least a couple of months of healing to do, there is only some localized pain at the surgical site. The burning, tingling and buzzing (read "neuropathic") pain is gone. We'll know soon if his strength returns. One of the consequences of his CTS has been that he's been dropping things. Broken dishes I can live with, though having Dansk hit the floor does not please me. Him having a mishap with a chain saw or other power tool is another story altogether. My fears about that keep me up at night. Little seems to make him happier than wrenching on some project on our property. That he will likely be able to return to that this summer sans misery is a very, very good thing.
This is an incredible relief for me; I was fearful this had gone on for so long, that I was afraid he'd missed the boat, in terms of getting relief from the procedure. I assisted on one of these surgeries a dozen years ago, on one of my patients. When we opened her carpal tunnel, her medial nerve already had a waist in it. It was shaped like an hour glass, presumably from the pressure that had been on it for so long. Her pain never went away. As this appears not to be my husband's fate, I'm breathing a very heavy sigh of relief.
I changed his dressing last night. The wound is clean and not inflamed, closed neatly with 1/2 dozen mattress sutures. Oh, and I was informed last night that I'm expected to be the one to remove them. He showed me the email from his surgeon, giving me the go ahead to pull them in 2 weeks. I didn't ask for this; that was LJ's doing. I suppose I'm grateful he trusts me enough to do that for him. It's usually a difficult dance between the two of us when it comes to his healthcare. He respects what I do or others, but when it comes to himself, there are times I think I married a Christian Scientist.
Again, thanks to every one for their good thoughts and well wishes. My prayers appear to have been answered.
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