Well, yes, the lobby does look like a hotel and it’s amazingly devoid of people at 8pm, but the rooms still look like a hospital.
The views however are fabulous
It was a wild ride up here on steep, steep, narrow windy roads.
This morning, I was up with the birds that fly past my window, having a nerve block put into my neck at 6am. This was done so that after the manipulation was done, I will be able to tolerate the physical therapy. The doctor pointed out that I could have the manipulation done without anesthesia because of the block, but “some patients find the noise that’s made during the manipulation disgusting.” Ok, let’s go with that anesthesia.
My new roommate is sighing and moaning an awful lot.
Anyway, the nerve block is a procedure that requires a sterile field and having your head turned at an awkward angle and lying perfectly still for about 15 minutes.
And what always happens when you’re forced to lay perfectly still? Some little something really starts to bug you.
Me? a single hair had escaped from my shower cap and landed on my nose. Inside the sterile field. drat. tickle. tickle. think about something else…. back of my neck’s starting to hurt. tickle, tickle…. boy, that insertion thing he’s doing kind of hurts. tickle. tickle. Wait, I could blow on it. ahh, relief, I think my neck’s going to spasm though…maybe if I moved just a tiny bit. nope he noticed. Hurry up already!
The manipulation went fine and I’ve had my first physical therapy. The therapist says the joint is soft and released, but I’m still having a lot of pain rotating my arm out to the side. So I’ve been given an additional nerve block.
This nerve block is a very weird experience. Think the biggest novacaine shot you’ve ever had at the dentist, except it’s in your entire arm down to your hands. If my arm had the ability to drool, there would be a flood around my bed.
When they say dead bodies are a “dead weight”, I now understand. I wonder if I would actually weigh more if I stepped on a scale?
And when it itches, scratching doesn’t relieve the itch.
If I’m not looking directly at my left hand and I have to grab hold of it during my exercises or to wash my hands, I can’t find it.
My arm flopping around on the end of my shoulder like a dead fish has made for a certain amount of levity around here.
I have a much greater appreciation for all those people who have become paralyzed or had a stroke. Thankfully mine will wear off.
It seems my roommate has a herniated disc causing severe sciatica. They’re fixing her in the morning, the poor woman. I have a feeling she’s not going to be sleeping a lot tonight.
Second round of physical therapy went better with the better nerve block, although now my arm feels like it ran a marathon! The block’s probably starting to wear off.
So, it will be more of the same the rest of the week. I probably check out of the hospital tomorrow or Wednesday and then go to a hotel. I’ll also see another opthamologist on Wednesday.
I’ve been typing this with one hand, which is kind of slow. Not up to my 130 words per minute in high school, I’m afraid!
The knitting I brought along–what was I thinking?