My hands, my hands!

As has been noted previously in this blog, my 11-hour procedure left me with some lovely scars and some other little things.

After I was weaned off the morphine self-loving pump, the first things to really annoy me was the thumb on my left hand.

It was a bitch to text and my thumb was killing me. I remember texting my sister they'd have to call me because I was tired of my thumb hurting.

Well, here I sit with nearly 7 months behind me and my thumb is still hurting on occasion at various levels. Along with half my forearm STILL being 1/2 numb.

I am beginning to think there was some serious nerve damage done while I was strapped down for the surgery. However, I have also begun noticing a little thing with my right hand/arm. So, it appears both arms/hands were somewhat hurt, albeit my right hand has been largely fine up to this point.

Now that my last physical outer wound has completely healed up and I have no more things to worry about getting infected, it appears the last waiting game is the hands. I am growing ever more convinced that this will never completely heal back to the way it was, but it they do...it will take a good year...maybe 2 at this rate.

I'm not complaining. However, I am making an observation of something that is annoying me and causing occasional pain.