insult to injury

sooooo I have been injured in battle. Sunday night I was in a club with an old dear friend of mine. She had to go to the restroom for a moment and I sat waiting at a table for her. When she came out there was a group of girls standing outside the door waiting to jump on her apparently. As soon as the fight broke out I jumped in and started fighting to my hearts content; I was landing punches left and right watching them fall like autumn leaves. Finally the fight was over and I left for home injured...

now for the good part. IT WAS ALL IN A STINKIN' DREAM... And yes I really did wake up with an injured wrist. Terrible right. I don't even have a fun, valid war story! It was a DREAM! So I made sure that J did not have a broken nose or bruises all over him. He checked out okay. On to our walls to make sure I did not get up and have it out with one of them.... nope! Hole-less. Clueless, I carried on my day with an injured, sore wrist. Not too bad but uncomfortable. So Tuesday comes and I go to the Chiropractor for an adjustment and ask him about my wrist (which is a lot more tender now). Again, I repeat my embarrassing war story (yeah, that dream one...) and then he proceeds to check my "tenderness" tolerance. The bones did not seem sore; it was more right under my thumb area. He told me to wait 3 days and then we could take an x-ray b/c if it were broken then we would not be able to see anything until it started healing in a couple days anyway.

Home we go. The pain at this point is getting untolerable. I go and get a wrist brace to help me not move the wrist (it is starting to swell and be unmovable now). I get the brace on and it is doing much of nothing really. I come home and make an appointment for my Dr. in the morning to be seen and get some pain relief and hopefully get a diagnosis.

On to the Dr. Wednesday. Again... humiliating war story re-told. I came out of there with a sprained wrist, some feel good prescriptions, and a rigid splint. I was feeling great. I stayed on top of the pain medicine like a mother hen. Every 4 hours was what it said and every 4 hours I was downing pain meds. At this point I could not move my hand without seering pain, nor any of my fingers. So as soon as the 4 hours was up I could start feeling a tinge of pain again and I could not bear to be in that pain. It also kind of created a barrier. I could not feel my pain after the medication so I could use my hand more and get things around the house done. I think I probably over did it but I cannot stay still or not do anything.

Today was much better I woke up with the splint on and didn't really feel much pain at all. I got up and was able to go back to taking Ibuprophen instead of the prescribed pain meds and my anti-inflamatory med prescribed. I have been able to do a lot more today. I even made hommade pizza dough (which requires kneading for 5-8 minutes)... I felt great. Every once in a while I will turn it the wrong way or put too much pressure on it and remember that I am still healing but oh how good it feels to be able to do things again. Especially pull your own pants up!

My sweet hubby was wonderful with Bear. He was getting him up and changed (hahaha he had some rank diapers during my break... hahaha.. I love my honey!) He was getting him dressed and fed. I of course had to not say anything about his clothes not matching or that he should have a bib on when he has breakfast in his jammies. I just stayed quiet and thankful that he was indeed taking initiative and caring for our son. Yay me. It was humiliating to say the least though... You really can't do much for yourself either when you are dealing with one hand... Yep I had to get help getting dressed and pulling up my pants after going to the restroom, I had to have help in everything... drying off after a shower. Terrible! I hate not being able to help myself. I have a new burden in my heart to pray for people with these PERMANANT issues.

So if you are wondering. I am better and I am doing things myself again and YES I DID WIN THE FIGHT!