For about a year and a half now, maybe 2 years, I have been having trouble with my right wrist. Since my body is riddled with arthritis, I figured it was in my wrist too and just wore a brace and took Advil when it bothered me a lot. Hmmmmmm.....you would think that would help right? Not.......
Before Mom died, she kept telling me I needed to go get it checked out and like the obedient but obstinate daughter I am/was, I kept putting it off. I got the obstinate part from her anyway.
Well, I finally made the appointment to see my orthopedist. Now I made this appointment about 6 weeks ago, figuring Mom would be at home well by now, or at least recovering nicely. We all know that part didn’t happen. I almost canceled the appointment, but I kept hearing her telling me “Cindy, go get it checked like I told you.” Yes, Ma’am.
So I digress. On Monday the 12th, I was outside working around the pool, getting it ready for the summer, cleaning filters, putting in chemicals, etc. I needed to clean the skimmer so I took it out of the pool and started around the house to get to the water hose. (in the South we call those ‘Hose pipes’) There is a concrete patio area where the ‘hose pipe’ is located.
So here I go, tromping around without giving it a second thought when suddenly I am falling toward the concrete face first! YIKES! Now when you get a hefty woman falling toward the ground, there is no stopping her. Just get out of the way and let it happen! So the ants scattered, the cat squealed and ran and down I went. I landed on my right knee (that hurt like hell, since my knees are not real, they are titanium), both hands, which bruised the inside of the left hand and twisted the right one backwards, that was the one that was supposed to be in a brace, but wasn’t at the time. (I needed that hand you know to clean the pool.)
Anyway, the whole while I am headed toward the ground, all 2 seconds of that while, I am thinking I am going to bust my face and it’s not going to be nice. Well, between the wrists and the knee, it broke my fall just enough that I stopped just as my chin TOUCHED the concrete. Yes touched. I couldn’t believe it. I felt like a Mac truck had just run over me, but I didn’t bust my face, my knee was just bruised and my left hand was skinned a little and bruised. WHEW!
I had to lay there a minute or 3 before I could decide that I was ok, and could probably get up if I tried hard enough. Meanwhile the ants came back and let me know very loudly that I was lying on their bed! Uh oh! Yes folks, I got up from there in record time…2 seconds falling, 1 second getting up, and not one ant bite! Ha!
So anyway, by now my right wrist was hurting pretty badly and I thought maybe I had really hurt it now, so I was glad I had the appointment with the doctor today. So back to the doctor visit.
Dr. B (what a cutie) had my wrist x-rayed in 3 different positions. When he came in and started looking at them, he started scratching his chin……always a bad sign when the doc scratches his chin. I said “is it broken?” “No” he says, “but you have a cyst in a place I have never before seen one. It’s IN the
bone in the wrist. Not next to the bone, IN the bone.” No wonder the sucker hurts. It's in one of the left most Carpels as shown in this photo.
So then he tells me I have to have an MRI to make sure it’s a cyst and not something else. I say “like what, not something else.” He says “Like cancer.” Now that is scary right? I didn’t know what to say after that. But either way, I am looking at surgery on my right hand/wrist very soon, he said.
So bottom line, I am waiting now for them to call me with the appointment for the MRI, and it’s 4:00 am and I can’t sleep. That isn’t unusual since Mom passed away though. I am not sleeping these days anyway.
In addition to all that, he gave me cortisone shots in both my hips. They have been hurting like the dickens too lately, so much it hurts to walk, and so he x-rayed them too and said it looks like I have bursitis in the hips, thus the shots. That could also be why it’s 4:00 am and I am still awake.
I will keep you all posted on the wrist progress. When I have surgery I will have to type one handed for a while, so these posts won’t be as long. That should be good because I know this was a long one.
Goodnight. I am going to try to go to sleep now that it’s almost time to get up.
Before Mom died, she kept telling me I needed to go get it checked out and like the obedient but obstinate daughter I am/was, I kept putting it off. I got the obstinate part from her anyway.
Well, I finally made the appointment to see my orthopedist. Now I made this appointment about 6 weeks ago, figuring Mom would be at home well by now, or at least recovering nicely. We all know that part didn’t happen. I almost canceled the appointment, but I kept hearing her telling me “Cindy, go get it checked like I told you.” Yes, Ma’am.
So I digress. On Monday the 12th, I was outside working around the pool, getting it ready for the summer, cleaning filters, putting in chemicals, etc. I needed to clean the skimmer so I took it out of the pool and started around the house to get to the water hose. (in the South we call those ‘Hose pipes’) There is a concrete patio area where the ‘hose pipe’ is located.
So here I go, tromping around without giving it a second thought when suddenly I am falling toward the concrete face first! YIKES! Now when you get a hefty woman falling toward the ground, there is no stopping her. Just get out of the way and let it happen! So the ants scattered, the cat squealed and ran and down I went. I landed on my right knee (that hurt like hell, since my knees are not real, they are titanium), both hands, which bruised the inside of the left hand and twisted the right one backwards, that was the one that was supposed to be in a brace, but wasn’t at the time. (I needed that hand you know to clean the pool.)
Anyway, the whole while I am headed toward the ground, all 2 seconds of that while, I am thinking I am going to bust my face and it’s not going to be nice. Well, between the wrists and the knee, it broke my fall just enough that I stopped just as my chin TOUCHED the concrete. Yes touched. I couldn’t believe it. I felt like a Mac truck had just run over me, but I didn’t bust my face, my knee was just bruised and my left hand was skinned a little and bruised. WHEW!
I had to lay there a minute or 3 before I could decide that I was ok, and could probably get up if I tried hard enough. Meanwhile the ants came back and let me know very loudly that I was lying on their bed! Uh oh! Yes folks, I got up from there in record time…2 seconds falling, 1 second getting up, and not one ant bite! Ha!
So anyway, by now my right wrist was hurting pretty badly and I thought maybe I had really hurt it now, so I was glad I had the appointment with the doctor today. So back to the doctor visit.
Dr. B (what a cutie) had my wrist x-rayed in 3 different positions. When he came in and started looking at them, he started scratching his chin……always a bad sign when the doc scratches his chin. I said “is it broken?” “No” he says, “but you have a cyst in a place I have never before seen one. It’s IN the
bone in the wrist. Not next to the bone, IN the bone.” No wonder the sucker hurts. It's in one of the left most Carpels as shown in this photo.So then he tells me I have to have an MRI to make sure it’s a cyst and not something else. I say “like what, not something else.” He says “Like cancer.” Now that is scary right? I didn’t know what to say after that. But either way, I am looking at surgery on my right hand/wrist very soon, he said.
So bottom line, I am waiting now for them to call me with the appointment for the MRI, and it’s 4:00 am and I can’t sleep. That isn’t unusual since Mom passed away though. I am not sleeping these days anyway.
In addition to all that, he gave me cortisone shots in both my hips. They have been hurting like the dickens too lately, so much it hurts to walk, and so he x-rayed them too and said it looks like I have bursitis in the hips, thus the shots. That could also be why it’s 4:00 am and I am still awake.
I will keep you all posted on the wrist progress. When I have surgery I will have to type one handed for a while, so these posts won’t be as long. That should be good because I know this was a long one.
Goodnight. I am going to try to go to sleep now that it’s almost time to get up.
OMG! See what happens when I don't read blogs for a couple of weeks, you go and bust yourself up falling.
Let me know what the MRI says about your wrist. You poor thing. I hope you can type one handed. You are in my prayers!