On Day 12 I had a melt down, it wasn't pretty. The frustration and humility of being fed, having my teeth cleaned, nose blown, etc finally made me explode! 30 years of not doing stuff for myself erupted in a hot stream of rantings, mumblings, cursing, tears and yes, snot! I was one crazy woman and it left me shell shocked, weak, a wreck and no further forward.
Today I am calm and feeling like myself, I could still cry whilst being fed etc but the mask is back in place and I'm pretending I feel cheerful again. Hey-ho such is my life
I attended my physio appointment on Thursday (Day 17) and the movement I have in my new knuckles is beyond the hospital's expectations, which is down to following their exercise instructions almost to the letter! I am now allowed to scoop up small morsels of food ....they did say bite-size but, for me, that would be large portions! This is only for my evening meal but it is good progress nevertheless. I don't have to see the physiotherapist for 3 weeks now and then my splint will be relegated to the night time only. YAY!
I fed myself breakfast with my new hand ...a major accomplishment!
I am washing dishes mainly one-handed just using my splinted hand as a prop. I managed to clean the bathroom one handed and the toilets! Going to try to hang out the laundry shortly ....I feel that could be challenging whilst wearing my splint!
Love, Legs x