So it's day four. It's been 2 days since my surgery and I can honestly say that this has been the worst pain so far. I changed from Tylenol-3 to a handful Dilaudid hoping that it would help the pain. It actually did quite the opposite - my day was filled with cold sweats, headaches, nausea thanks to the pills so I've decided to switch back to the T3.
However, instead of bellyaching about the side effects from my drugs, I want to tell you about my day today. It wasn't very eventful today unfortunately, but while I was laying on the couch today texting a couple of my friends I noticed a trend in what people were saying to me, so I've put them into a few categories:
Jokes - It's incredible how many people dumb sprained pinky jokes (mind the pun), and I actually love it. I wish people made jokes this often when I wasn't injured. The most common one I hear is "Sprain a pinky", and I laugh every time.
"Omg, how did it happen" - I've told my story probably 1000 times, and a new detail arises every time I tell it.
Advice - So many people have advice to offer - which is usually helpful, but not always. I get told to "rest up" and "drink lots of fluids" 2 or 3 times a day.
"Get addicted to your drugs." - This one has definitely thrown me off. It usually seems to be specifically about Dilaudid most of the time, but I don't know how anyone could get addicted to that stuff I usually take a dozen at a time. All it did was make me feel sick and hate my life. I only took it for today and all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep - which I couldn't do because I had to keep my pinky finger straight and elevated.
I had an interesting experience trying to let the dog out this afternoon. It turns out that a 80 pound black lab is harder to hold on to when you're using one pinky, trying to hook him on to his chain. He lunged forward because he thought he was hooked on, and I was incredibly close to stubbing my bad pinky. Safe to say, that was enough physical activity for me.
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