There Are Indications That I May Be Normal After All

Are you wondering about my surgery?

Uh-huh. I thought so.

The surgery went almost as expected. The one thing that threw me off was that the anesthesiologist put me all the way out… Tube down the throat and all. I thought I was getting local anesthesia… but I was lucky and received the “royal” treatment. Long story short, I was completely tripped out when I woke up and actually asked the Doctor if I had snored! Ha! Yeah. He laughed at me.

For two days after the surgery I was wiped out and my hand burned like a mother. The burning was rather alarming (because usually that means your nerves are flip-flappin’ out…. and I don’t need anymore of that thanks very much…), but the surgeon assured me that it was all very normal and would subside. And who would have known? The pain actually DID go away.

As of right now, I still have some healing to do and from the looks of things I am going to have a really great battle scar to sport around. My hand throbs if I do too much, and I still favor it quite a bit. Writing is still painful and so is doing any kind of pulling motion with my hand. The best part of this experience? That would be when my Mom and I got the flu three days after my palm was sliced open. Mmmmm… I had that stupid flu for about three. weeks. and it was really horrendous. I basically spent four days straight in bed for 90% of each day.

All in all, I have to say that I am ecstatic that I am healing just the way the surgeon said I would. I am thankful for all the prayers and good thoughts that have been sent my way because I finally feel like I’m getting better. I finally feel like I may just return to normal after all. Who knew that I would ever be able to feel this positive again? (Um. Not me.)

So. That is that and now we’re onto the next stage of the “get Kelly back to normal after almost two years” plan. Stage two is foot surgery in April. I am getting the offensive surgical screws that are working their way out of my feet removed. Hallelujah! The procedure itself is no big deal and I will most likely be able to walk the very next day. However. (Always the however with me….) Since an invasion will be performed on my RSD-ridden right foot, there is a bigger-than-I-want chance that the RSD could relapse and get worse. (Remember when my foot was swollen and purple all the time? Yeah. When I say, “worse”, that is exactly what I mean.) I hope and pray and hope and pray again that my right foot will be nice to me and stay the way it is… or even get better.

Miracles happen.

I’m going to get better.

I. know it.

Oh. And by the way… my cake had the #28 candle (because I didn’t have enough candles) and then two others. One on each side of the 28.

28 + 2 = Your basic no good very bad day.
(But I’ll get over it….)

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