Jewells of Thought

Still no news on a surgery date for my wrist. I am trying to not let it take away my joy and my purpose because I do feel like I am living in a state of limbo. Even today one of the anchors that gave me a social life and some foot comfort came to an end as of this morning.

Right after Thanksgiving I began my Foot Therapy. Unfortunately I had believed it wouldn’t happen until January then I was just given bad information due to the wrong number situation we had to begin with. I have almost been in the hospital every week since either twice a week or once a week with one exception I believe.

Honestly, it has been fun getting to know both of my therapists. At Sullivan for some reason I only had one therapist period for the whole of my wrist and arm therapy session after my first big ulna surgery. I had heard my Dad talk about therapy there when he never knew who his therapist would be from day to day. Mine never changed and I actually liked that. Yet this time it was such a different experience to have the supervisor who saw me to do all the computer work and statistical fact taking and a second therapist to do more of just the massaging, exercises and the ultrasound massaging. They both did that, but one had more of the supervisor role for certain. I enjoyed getting to know these ladies and a little bit about them and their families and for one of them being a grandparent. She did not look like a Grandma for the record.

Since I have sort of graduated out of therapy now I got a shirt. So now I can unashamedly advertise for the Hospital and specifically the Therapy Department. Once I get a surgery date my therapy won’t be the same. My therapists will change and I will as of now have at least 3 people I will go back and forth with. The supervisor is a good friend of another good church friend of mine. He will be the top therapist and there are two ladies who are under him. However, I have learned from the past 3 months that two ladies may not be around at that time due to maternity leave. This will change one of the two ladies under this new supervisor depending when the surgery takes place. If I don’t have surgery for another couple of months it could change everything again.

Now that my social hour is over and yes sometimes it did last as long as an hour. A couple of snafus have happened at different times so my 30 minutes lasted at least 45 to an actual hour not too many times but less than a handful. At least my bike is downstairs and I am stoked at my slow pace but I have started a new routine to replace my walking one.

Even being in limbo I am trying to do everything I can to keep busy and to get back in shape after having to quit my walking ritual at the Cemetery. One of my addictions is caffeine. I have adopted my drink pop day every other day. The problem is self-serve drinks and I usually try to stop most caffeine beverages by 3 pm. I adopted this several years ago in order to sleep better. I do see a difference in the past 3 weeks and I have really stopped drinking pop on my off days. I have done this in the past and I switch the days or I forget which day was which after switching, but this time feels different for me. I do not consider this a New Years Resolutions though, because I have done it before.

I’m not good at waiting unless I have things I can do. Thank goodness I can clean around the house, cook and create with my hands. This is one thing I don’t fully understand my wrist doesn’t hurt when I am working on cross-stitch it’s mainly when I’m driving, holding books in my hand things I don’t think much about until I’m doing them. Cutting food and can openers don’t always hurt at first but I can tell they don’t help when I do the actions. Still I do feel somewhat comforted by wearing my old right hand compression hose whether they help or not.

Idle hands will never be used to describe me. It’s hard to sit and not want to keep my hands busy even with a simple word search, if not trying to finish my Sarah Sundin book. The good thing about those is that they are not as heavy as a Hymnal and when I am not reading in the bath I sit the book on my bed to read.

How do you deal with interruptions in your scheduling? Do you get paranoid or simply keep busy until you get word things are back on?