recovery


Alive and apparently allergic to morphine #selfie. I was given some post-op and, as with most other opioids in its class, had a reaction. This time it wasn’t just dizziness & chest pain from bronchospasm; there were also hives. I’ve taken two doses of Benadryl, including some at the Surgery Center, and albuterol. Still have some welts & trouble breathing. As for my hand/wrist, it hurts like an enculé. #wristsurgery #handsurgery #dequervainstenosynovitis #dequervain #dequervains #surgery #pain #wristpain #handpain #ginger #redhead #redhair #morphine #allergies #asthma #huntsvilleal #huntsville #alabama A post shared by Janet Morris (@msjanersm) on May 30, 2017 at 11:03am PDT On May 30th, I had surgery for De Quervain’s Tenosynovitis. The orthopedist went in and snipped the tendon sheath to relieve the pressure & swelling in an injury caused by my father during an argument over a leaking air conditioner last summer. The surgery went well, but there was a bit of recovery room drama. After a shot of morphine, I quickly developed hives. That led to a dose of Benadryl, which was apparently a higher one than is usually needed at the Surgery Center for that sort of reaction. I was given a prescription from my orthopedist for Tylenol 3 and an ice pack and sent home within an hour after the surgery. That led to a little more drama. Tylenol 3 also led to hives, as well as overly talkative and feisty behavior. So after more Benadryl, I realized I needed to recover without pain medication. The dressing is off. It doesn’t look too terribly bad. It feels worse than it looks. Now, I get to put smaller bandages on it. Fun. #dequervainstenosynovitis #dequervain #dequervains #tendinitis #wristsurgery #thumbsurgery A post shared by Janet Morris (@msjanersm) on Jun 1, 2017 at 10:13am PDT Besides using my hand too much and occasionally putting too much weight on my hand, my recovery went rather well. The bruises faded quickly and I didn’t have as much trouble with my incision this time as I did for my trigger thumb surgery in 2014. Slowly getting better. I’ve got another week before the stitches come out. #wristsurgery #dequervainstenosynovitis #dequervain #handsurgery #spoonie A post shared by Janet Morris (@msjanersm) on Jun 6, 2017 at 4:13pm PDT Last week the stitches came out and my scar is very tiny. I swear my orthopedist could be a plastic surgeon. My mom and I have talked about that a few times. The incision is healing rather well. #wristsurgery #handsurgery #dequervain #dequervains #tendinitis #tendonitis A post shared by Janet Morris (@msjanersm) on Jun 14, 2017 at 6:53pm PDT I’ve gotten back to driving since then, which isn’t very painful. Cooking, especially flipping, stirring, and breaking up ground beef, hurts like hell, but I try to keep going. The nurse practitioner said I’ll have pain & swelling for up to six months, so I guess that I just have to keep on trying until it stops giving me trouble. Pain is hard to work against. My shot for my hip is scheduled for June 26th and I’ll have to undergo general anesthesia. If my hip feels better after the shot, the orthopedist said he’ll be doing arthroscopic surgery on it. If it doesn’t, then he says the problem is not in my hip—he never listened when I told him my hip subluxates, so he doesn’t understand that I know my hip issue is a hip issue. I don’t want surgery, but I’d like to have a doctor who would listen when I talk. Maybe that’s expecting too much. I hope any fathers out there are having a Happy Father’s Day. I get the feeling that this holiday is going to always be extra depressing after my dad’s dementia has stripped him of his memories of being a dad and of being himself. Some days it seems like that outcome is approaching more quickly than others. I already feel like he’s sort of a stranger to me & that he’s not exactly someone I can ever feel safe around. I definitely hold back around him now. I can’t really be myself anymore, so this disease isn’t just making my dad “not my dad”, it’s morphing me into someone else. Someone who is even more quiet, scared, and sad than I was before…if that’s possible.

I Survived, So Does That Make Me a Survivor?