Well, folks, as my little brother says, I am now one step closer to being the Bionic Woman. Very early on Friday morning, my husband and mother took me to the surgery center. We filled out paperwork, and then they took me back to pre-op. The only unpleasant part was when the nurse removed my splint, washed and shaved my arm. That hurt, oh yes it did. Note to the nice nurse: trying to distract me by asking about my singing career while you are futzing about with my broken arm DOES NOT WORK. Nor does it add to my comfort. I did appreciate the thought, though.
The anesthesiologist and I had a nice chat about not sticking tubes down my throat. For the non-singers in the audience, having tubes suck down your throat is a source of great concern to singers, as a vocal cord injury could end your career; also, the resulting sore throat adds to a singer’s recovery time. He assured me that we could use an LMA – laryngeal mask airway, an inflatable device that goes partway down the throat but does not approach the vocal cords, as well as a block which would numb my arm from the shoulder down. Once the IV went in, it was seconds before I was out. The next thing I knew, the nurse was saying, “There she is!”. I slept through all the drama.
This was my first experience with anesthesia, and it took me a while to wake up. I was pretty groggy for the rest of the day, but thanks to the block and heavy-duty painkillers, not hurting much. Saturday was your typical day-after-surgery day --- as all the goodies wear off, you start hurting more. So I felt lousy for a large portion of Saturday, but today I am more or less fine. I tire easily, and have to be very careful of my arm, but I should be functional again fairly soon. There is no cast, though I am bandaged until Wednesday. There will be a scar, which I fancy is going to look like I tried to slit my wrist, at least for a while.
Through all of this, my husband Eric has cared for me with love, devotion, and tenderness. He has taken care of every detail (including driving across town to videotape auditions for the opera workshop I’m directing later this summer, since I was in no shape to attend). Not a word of complaint has passed his lips and when I try to thank him, he says, “Baby, I have the easy part.” No, he does not have brothers and no, I will not share.
I should be able to type and drive again within two weeks, and I will be able to do some exercise, but essentially my plan for a summer of boot camp is going to have to undergo serious revisions. . And herein lies The Great Disappointment: my big plans for celebrating my imminent 100 pound loss and birthday are nixed, stalled, auf’d. There shall be no hiking and no biking; nor shall there be any lifting, pushing, pulling, or any kind of activity which might put me at risk of falling. There shall be no treadmill and no elliptical machine. Not for six whole weeks.
When Dr. Hurt told me this news, that’s when I cried.
To be so close to my goal and now face not only not failing deadline but possibly regaining some weight due to enforced inactivity is a bitter, bitter blow. It has already been a challenge not to eat out of self-pity, the desire to pamper, frustration, and boredom. Ultimately, I think I’ve done pretty well, but it is an added challenge every day. I am going to have to cut back on calories to keep from gaining. In a week or two, I will be able to do some type of regular exercise --- walking, stationary bike (my least fave), and training under Dee’s supervision in the gym. So it won’t be hopeless, but I will definitely have to retrench.
And that’s where I am right now as I recuperate. I haven’t weighed since Tuesday, the day of the accident, and I’m a little scared to. It will hurt if that scale goes up. But it’s a setback. It will not derail me.
As for the summer, and my celebration, I’ll find alternative ways to do what I want to do. The 8 mile march will happen, maybe in the fall.
I hate this, but it is not going to beat me. Where could I be this time next summer?