My thumb took a nosedive. I don’t know how a 15 minute procedure on a small digit can cause so much trouble.
The doc thought the scar tissue was strangling a nerve (my term, not his). I wanted to strangle the thumb.
In any case, it was sent to rehab. Ok, it’s really called occupational therapy but I call it rehab. I want to get off of the pain juice. It’s over the counter stuff but still….
Did you know there are people who specialize in hand therapy? I didn’t. There are a lot of hands in need of rehab. The place is overflowing with people with all sorts of maladies affecting hands.
They assured me it wouldn’t hurt. So far that’s true although they work to reach the limit and I did yell once. Loudly.
They have all the patients sit out in the open during the treatments. That technique squelches the weenie in me (sort of) and prevents me from yelling (too much), doing facial contortions (mostly), swearing and other unladylike behavior.
(Yes, I know it’s hard to believe that I am so easily embarrassed! I blame that on my mother.)
I have been twice so far and I have seen some sights. My thumb is the least serious. Some people have huge scars and limb distortions.
Right before Easter, a delightful older woman (very attractive) came in dressed like an Easter bunny. She wore a pink sweat suit with a puff attached for a tail. Her face was painted with whiskers and she wore bunny ears. I loved her immediately.
She sat down next to me. (She was a patient!) They put her hand in a heat treatment and that’s when I saw it. She was missing the top section of her last three fingers on her right hand.
The wounds were recent. (I put my head between my knees so I wouldn’t pass out. Yes, I am a weenie.)
The therapist commented on how well she was doing (a good sized barf was burbling in my throat) and the woman agreed.
I admired that woman. Despite a fairly severe wound, she was upbeat, smiling and dressed like a rabbit. I want to be like that (without the wound of course).
There was another woman, much younger, with a long scar (also fresh) that ran from just above her elbow down to almost her wrist. (I could manage that one without any physical reactions.) It looked like an angry red slash. She was working on elbow and hand mobility.
The therapists are upbeat and encouraging. I have great respect for their work and how they treat their patients.
Let’s see how they react when I wasn’t able to follow their directions exactly. Actually, not even close. It was a busy weekend and my thumb wasn’t on top of the list. However, I have had improvement. The pain has subsided considerably although it did look like a plum by Sunday night.
It still won’t bend but it’s swollen. They said it would take close to three months for all the swelling to go away so I am not as concerned about the bending.
Healing takes a patience I don’t have. Seeing others has helped with the patience and made me grateful. Maybe that’s part of the rehab too. One day at a time.
I bet you all are grateful that I don’t work in the medical field…..