I’m terrible in a crisis. A personal crisis. Terrible. Fight. Flight. Freeze. My first instinct is Flight. As soon as a personal crisis happens I want to run away from it, it’s instinctual, primal even, everything in my body screams … Continue reading
Final words on Screaming for Help! Continued from Part Seven… It’s been a long journey, and while the healing is not yet over there is now light at the end of the tunnel. I’m still seeing the physio once a … Continue reading
Two week deadline, Reiki, and verdict! Continued from Part 6… The week following the surgeon appointment I caught a cold that hit me pretty hard. I cancelled my scheduled physio appointment so I could rest, drink hot lemon and honey, … Continue reading
Behind the curtain! Continued from Part 5… The next appointment with the surgeon was four weeks away. During that time, I managed to cut physio down to twice a week, and then once a week. I did the exercises every … Continue reading
The Unveiling! Follows on from part four… Two and a half weeks after the surgery I went to see the surgeon for the first time since the surgery. I was nervous about this day, uncertain what to expect. A friend … Continue reading
Following on from last week…
I’m one day out of surgery, my arm is bandaged – not cast – swollen, and very warm.
I had pain killers that the hospital prescribed that I was to take every 3-4 hours (or as needed) along with Tylenol Extra Strength every 6 hours.
Those first few days, I set my alarm for both doses – even through the night.
When Karen left the morning after the surgery I felt sure this was the time to grieve. I wanted to cry my heart out for the experience of the past four days. Continue reading
This post follows directly from Part Two… My reluctant driver friend arrived at the designated time with the pillow as requested. He got out and helped me into the car as I’d warned in a text message I would likely … Continue reading
This post follows directly from Part One… We left off downloading in the gondola, my arm in agony, no splint, just the sling… They stopped the gondola to allow me to get out while it wasn’t moving. The paramedics asked … Continue reading
“Help! Please. Somebody. Help ME!” I screamed for a about five minutes on repeat before anyone came. Part One: On August 29, 2016, I broke and dislocated my elbow. It was a Monday, and I’d created a long weekend for … Continue reading