One Week On
For the past several days, heavy thunderstorms have rolled through at about dinnertime, making for cozy listening. I've needed the storms to distract me a little today, because. . .
PAIN.
Really, I don't want to only talk about my fall, but that's all that's going on here. Literally. I can't do anything for more than a minute or a minute and a half without having to find a comfortable position and some ice. The orthopedist said the tingling and numbness could last a while; weeks even.
Believe it or not, there is improvement. My whole hand was numb, but now it's only my middle finger.
Still, this morning, as I changed clothes, I mis-held or mis-folded my shirt or something, and a jolt of pain went down my arm that made me see stars. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before; thankfully, I was near the bed and could fall on it. It took a while to get back on my feet. An unpleasant day has followed.
I do need to say that Tap has been so, so sweet through this. He stays right next to me, popping up every now and then to look at me for a few seconds. Quieter, gentler than usual.
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