Well, I haven’t been able to stick to my post-a-day rule the last week. Life took over.
Unfortunately, a lot of it has to do with taking care of Jason, along with everything else that I’m used to having a partner in doing.
Jason’s been in a lot of pain, and his arm is just so slow to heal. He’s wearing a splint 24 hours a day, plus he has it tucked into a sling when he’s awake. His hand looks like the Stay Puffed Marshmallow Man’s hand, all swollen and cartoonish. It throbs and tingles and burns and looks pretty horrifying when I do his dressing changes or rewrap his splint. It’s definitely not pretty.
Any strides in improvement he makes is slow going, so it’s worrisome, especially with the ringing of his doctor’s warning in my ears, “People used to die from this, you know.” He’s on a handful of medications, so like with drill-sergeant precision I holler at him to take his meds. Of course, since he has child-proof prescription bottles and he only can use his left hand, I’m actually the one doling out his medication, so there’s hollering and more, “Get some water and get your butt in here.”
But he is getting better. He’s just basically unable to do much of anything since it’s his right hand, and he’s right-handed, and he has to keep it completely immobile.
I basically got into bed last night and collapsed into a heap of exhaustion. Unfortunately I was awake in several hours crying and moaning because of the charlie horse in my left leg.
Also, I have cramps (goodbye any male readers).
Seriously, universe? Give me a break.
I guess if this is as bad as it gets then I can deal. Still, it’s hard to work as many hours in the day as I do plus not have any backup.
I’m grateful it’s the weekend, is what I’m trying to say.