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Feb. 11th, 2021 12:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI wrote this the afternoon of the 10th and neglected to post it, so please mentally re-date 'today' references.
I'm having more trouble with my hands/wrists. Scott and I don't normally sit right next to each other (due mostly to me needing couch space for my laptop), but we did Sunday evening. Scott got up for something. When he came back, neither of us paid enough attention, and he sat on my right hand, dislocating the unstable joints. I thought it was going to fade the way that overuse pain and accidental jarring pains do, but the pain got worse over night.
Monday, I needed the spica splint all day and, even with that, I had a lot of issues with self-care/grooming and with access to food and beverages. I wore the splint to bed that night and got more sleep than I had the night before (when the pain kept waking me). I could do a little more with the hand yesterday, but my left hand was giving me trouble from my having had to use it more than usual.
Today, I made coffee and showered. My right hand is very unhappy about my having done that much. I managed to eat a couple of medjool dates and some goldfish crackers, both from packages left open, but I'm going to have to stand over Cordelia in order to get her to prepare food of some sort for me. She tends to look at what's available and just stop because it's work and because she's not sure which things I can safely eat.
Scott picked up chicken fingers at Plum Market on Monday and a McDonald's burger for me yesterday. The chicken fingers were less difficult to manage but not as tasty. (We don't tend to buy frozen chicken fingers because we haven't yet found a brand that's seasoned in a way that my body finds acceptable. Going by past experience, we'll find something, and then it will either disappear or become a New! Improved! Flavor! version that's no longer safe.)
Since it's February, I have to do the long term disability review to deal with. It's anxiety provoking and otherwise challenging. My brain's not working linearly, and I'm not sure I'm writing the right things in the right places. I'm not sure what I'll do with the bits that I have to sign. Right now, I can't possible manage that. Well, maybe with my left hand? I can sort of print with that hand.
I saw a neurologist the last week of January. This visit confirmed that whatever the hell is going on with my hands/wrists, it's not carpal tunnel. The doctor I saw was a resident who spent a lot of time with me. My assumption is that there aren't many patients coming in for face to face appointments.
I used the A-Ride to get to the appointment. I don't think it will be an option going forward. They've changed the service so that all vehicles can carry wheelchairs/scooters, but the result is that there's nowhere safe for me to sit. The single bench is shallow and slippery and far too high off the floor. My toes were at least six inches from being able to touch anything.
I waited at the hospital until Scott could pick me up after the appointment. It seemed less risky than calling for the A-Ride to get me home or than trying to walk home.
My A-Ride card needs to be renewed this year, so that's another big chunk of paperwork that I'll need to manage in the next couple of months. I need to get it in by the end of March because my card expires at the end of May and they require six to eight weeks for review. Even if I don't use the subsidized cabs, having the card is a good thing because it lets me ride the fixed route buses for free. It's much easier to be sure I have the card with me than to be sure I have bus fare and get the necessary transfers.
Cordelia had a choir concert last week. It was a big Zoom lecture set up and only ran about half an hour. Usually, the in person concerts run more than two hours, but each number in this concert represented many hours of work by the instructors to combine the audio recordings made by individual students.
(I think there are also copyright/performance and student privacy issues that are still being worked out about this sort of concert, issues that differ from what a high school choir doing an ephemeral performance would usually need to consider.)
Cordelia has auditioned for and gotten a solo for an upcoming Blues piece. It's not the solo she wanted most, but she's thrilled to have gotten one at all.
I haven't heard anything further from my mother about her prognosis or treatment options. I also haven't talked to her about anything beyond making sure she had the link for Cordelia's concert. I want to know what's going on, but I don't want to push too hard given that I can't offer help in any way that she would accept. Even if I was physically up to travel and such, I don't have the necessary i.d. for flying. I've been waiting to try to get a copy of my birth certificate because it doesn't feel important enough to ask somebody to commute to an office for that.
I suppose that, after a year, those offices must be functioning to some extent because people are still being born, dying, marrying, and divorcing, but... It seems like trying to get my birth certificate ought to be low priority since it's not really safe to fly right now anyway.
I'm having more trouble with my hands/wrists. Scott and I don't normally sit right next to each other (due mostly to me needing couch space for my laptop), but we did Sunday evening. Scott got up for something. When he came back, neither of us paid enough attention, and he sat on my right hand, dislocating the unstable joints. I thought it was going to fade the way that overuse pain and accidental jarring pains do, but the pain got worse over night.
Monday, I needed the spica splint all day and, even with that, I had a lot of issues with self-care/grooming and with access to food and beverages. I wore the splint to bed that night and got more sleep than I had the night before (when the pain kept waking me). I could do a little more with the hand yesterday, but my left hand was giving me trouble from my having had to use it more than usual.
Today, I made coffee and showered. My right hand is very unhappy about my having done that much. I managed to eat a couple of medjool dates and some goldfish crackers, both from packages left open, but I'm going to have to stand over Cordelia in order to get her to prepare food of some sort for me. She tends to look at what's available and just stop because it's work and because she's not sure which things I can safely eat.
Scott picked up chicken fingers at Plum Market on Monday and a McDonald's burger for me yesterday. The chicken fingers were less difficult to manage but not as tasty. (We don't tend to buy frozen chicken fingers because we haven't yet found a brand that's seasoned in a way that my body finds acceptable. Going by past experience, we'll find something, and then it will either disappear or become a New! Improved! Flavor! version that's no longer safe.)
Since it's February, I have to do the long term disability review to deal with. It's anxiety provoking and otherwise challenging. My brain's not working linearly, and I'm not sure I'm writing the right things in the right places. I'm not sure what I'll do with the bits that I have to sign. Right now, I can't possible manage that. Well, maybe with my left hand? I can sort of print with that hand.
I saw a neurologist the last week of January. This visit confirmed that whatever the hell is going on with my hands/wrists, it's not carpal tunnel. The doctor I saw was a resident who spent a lot of time with me. My assumption is that there aren't many patients coming in for face to face appointments.
I used the A-Ride to get to the appointment. I don't think it will be an option going forward. They've changed the service so that all vehicles can carry wheelchairs/scooters, but the result is that there's nowhere safe for me to sit. The single bench is shallow and slippery and far too high off the floor. My toes were at least six inches from being able to touch anything.
I waited at the hospital until Scott could pick me up after the appointment. It seemed less risky than calling for the A-Ride to get me home or than trying to walk home.
My A-Ride card needs to be renewed this year, so that's another big chunk of paperwork that I'll need to manage in the next couple of months. I need to get it in by the end of March because my card expires at the end of May and they require six to eight weeks for review. Even if I don't use the subsidized cabs, having the card is a good thing because it lets me ride the fixed route buses for free. It's much easier to be sure I have the card with me than to be sure I have bus fare and get the necessary transfers.
Cordelia had a choir concert last week. It was a big Zoom lecture set up and only ran about half an hour. Usually, the in person concerts run more than two hours, but each number in this concert represented many hours of work by the instructors to combine the audio recordings made by individual students.
(I think there are also copyright/performance and student privacy issues that are still being worked out about this sort of concert, issues that differ from what a high school choir doing an ephemeral performance would usually need to consider.)
Cordelia has auditioned for and gotten a solo for an upcoming Blues piece. It's not the solo she wanted most, but she's thrilled to have gotten one at all.
I haven't heard anything further from my mother about her prognosis or treatment options. I also haven't talked to her about anything beyond making sure she had the link for Cordelia's concert. I want to know what's going on, but I don't want to push too hard given that I can't offer help in any way that she would accept. Even if I was physically up to travel and such, I don't have the necessary i.d. for flying. I've been waiting to try to get a copy of my birth certificate because it doesn't feel important enough to ask somebody to commute to an office for that.
I suppose that, after a year, those offices must be functioning to some extent because people are still being born, dying, marrying, and divorcing, but... It seems like trying to get my birth certificate ought to be low priority since it's not really safe to fly right now anyway.
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Date: 2021-02-11 01:10 pm (UTC)I'm sorry your hand got injured. I hope you heal soon.
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Date: 2021-02-11 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-02-11 09:11 pm (UTC)Hugs, as always!