Jewells of Thought

Typing is a little bit hard for me this evening. The good thing is my left wrist is not as bad off as my right hand was when the doc opened my wrist and arm up the first time. I am grateful I have as accomplished a doctor as Dr. Peck for the past 4 surgeries and for the potential 2 more to come.

As of this afternoon after conversing with her I made the decision. There simply is no cure for what ails my wrist except for a slight excision of my bone. Dr. Peck and her nurse said I wasn’t just paranoid I hit the nail on the head. Of course, I have known about this since the first wrist surgery in 2021.

Today, however, I stepped into the new offices of the Hand to Shoulder Terre Haute Suite. After 4 surgeries they have moved buildings on me. I got the alert a couple of months ago. Yet when I was sitting waiting for my appointment I heard that some appointment reminders still sent out the old address to patients. Somehow I didn’t receive that reminder. I got the message with the new address and knew to simply follow the GPS. It wasn’t until we got there that I realized how close from our dinner location we really were to where I needed to be.

The funny thing is we had ample time. I arrived at the hospital parking lot at 1pm; I still had 30 minutes. I wasn’t sure where I was going though still or if I would have paperwork to fill out. The paperwork took me less than two minutes. Basically initialing. I do like the new digs and the x-ray room is much more roomier. I should know after 4 surgeries and countless x-rays to see how my palms, wrist, and arm were looking and healing.

She said I was spot on with the symptoms. Then said it was good that the Voltaren worked, but due to the problem it’s just a bandaid until the surgery takes care of the issue. So she gave me a steroid shot to help until the New Year. I am to be one of her first surgeries in January.

Imagine that this will be my birthday present to myself to fix my wrist.

After birth and when my bones hardened due to being the size, shape and dimensions that were a part of my genetic blueprint as a young woman my bones were finally done growing. Somehow both of my ulna bones were just a tad too long for my body. It’s an anomaly that no one else in my family has as far as I know. Yet my parents chromosomes are how I am formed from, besides God’s hands as well.

Someday I will get to ask God why? What was the bigger picture from this event in my life? I wouldn’t have known about this if it wasn’t from one job back in 2020.

Working in a nursing home for one month revealed my anomaly. So does this make that month a curse or a blessing? It will have given me four surgeries when until that age I was blissfully unaware of such a bone on bone pain or swelling before that one month. Hopefully the achiness from the shot will subside by morning. This article took a bit longer than it should have unfortunately.