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I had my orthopedics appointment this morning, the upshot of which is I have carpal tunnel surgery on my left wrist scheduled for Friday the 26th. We'll do the right wrist in March.
I wanted to separate the surgeries because I live alone and cannot have BOTH hands useless at the same time. I also figure doing my non-dominant hand first lets me get used to the inconvenience while retaining use of my dominant hand, and then by the time we slice up my dominant wrist, my left hand will be mostly recovered and more usable than it is now.
I was thinking of just hiring a Lyft to and from the surgery, since it shouldn't take very long, but Mom has volunteered to come up Thursday afternoon and stay over until Saturday morning, just in case. This is probably overkill, but it IS convenient and she likes feeling helpful (I think especially since it's hard to do concrete helpful tasks when fighting someone else's depression), so I did not protest.
I have put in a request for a paid day off next Friday, so that's taken care of. I should be able to return to work on Saturday the 27th, since I will still have one functional hand and I don't expect to be lifting heavy things.
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This all feels very abrupt, but you know, I am really looking forward to not waking up in the middle of the night from pins-and-needles static so strong it tips a 6 or 7 on the pain scale. (Still not as bad as kidney stones, but yeesh does it hurt.)
I wanted to separate the surgeries because I live alone and cannot have BOTH hands useless at the same time. I also figure doing my non-dominant hand first lets me get used to the inconvenience while retaining use of my dominant hand, and then by the time we slice up my dominant wrist, my left hand will be mostly recovered and more usable than it is now.
I was thinking of just hiring a Lyft to and from the surgery, since it shouldn't take very long, but Mom has volunteered to come up Thursday afternoon and stay over until Saturday morning, just in case. This is probably overkill, but it IS convenient and she likes feeling helpful (I think especially since it's hard to do concrete helpful tasks when fighting someone else's depression), so I did not protest.
I have put in a request for a paid day off next Friday, so that's taken care of. I should be able to return to work on Saturday the 27th, since I will still have one functional hand and I don't expect to be lifting heavy things.
...
This all feels very abrupt, but you know, I am really looking forward to not waking up in the middle of the night from pins-and-needles static so strong it tips a 6 or 7 on the pain scale. (Still not as bad as kidney stones, but yeesh does it hurt.)
