In Pain

My catheter ran out last night. Mom yanked the wire out and now there's just a little hole where it was.

However, it means that the lovely numbing meds that have kept me from hurting and going crazy are gone. I'm free of the tubing, but with the way my wrist is screaming at me today, I'm almost wishing I had it back.

I'm learning really fast that if you bang your cast on anything, it reverberates all the way down and causes you to hurt. My swelling is down, so my wrist is a bit rattly in there...and there's a wound there. So every time I bump it, my wrist rattles back and forth off the walls of the cast...and bonks the wound, too. No moving fast for me-not if I want to be comfy.

There's Vicodin and Oxycontin, of course-and they increase the danger for me because I get woozy and nauseous from them. I have to be twice as aware of what I'm doing when I'm on them.

I'm making my first excursion out today. I have to get my long hair cut because I can't maintain it. I'm going to need a lot of luck and energy, so I'm going to go lay down.

Ta,
Bec