Things that happened during my appointment with the hand surgeon today:
- Both arms were subjected to multiple electric shocks that caused my fingers to twitch and jump around. (It hurt about as badly as a really hard slam to the funny bone each time.)
- A needle was jabbed into six different muscles and wiggled about so that we could (and I quote) “listen to my muscles”. Surprisingly, my muscles sound a lot like an old-timey radio. He told me to flex them at certain points, whereupon the speaker would jump and sputter with static. Bizarre and very painful. I bled a lot.
Things that did NOT happen during my appointment with the hand surgeon today:
- Any form of relief from carpal tunnel
Apparently I “don’t have the results they’re looking for,” so I don’t get to have surgery. Not yet. There go my plans to get this fixed by the summer!
Update, hours later:
I got to rub arthritis medicine into my skin and watch it slowly sink into my body. Hey, Penrod, not bad. 21 and you’re old already. I made dinner with aching muscles, which isn’t really all that surprising considering they were subjected to similar methods I imagine WWII spies used to interrogate each other. I went to the gym (for my legs!) and wondered what everyone thought of the girl covered in bandaids and blue pen marks. About halfway through my Defeat Shower, (self-explanatory) my spine straightened into a sort of exasperated resolve.
No surgery. Whatever.
Penrods have this sort of divine power (or curse, depending on which physical therapist or doctor you ask) to simply keep going no matter what.
Now it was the Shower of Indomitable Resolve and Also Wrist Pain, which was far less catchy but probably better for the direction things need to go.
I don’t get the surgery I was hoping for. So onto the next adventure!
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