Recovery

I’m now just over two days out from my radial head, replacement surgery, which happened on Sunday morning, just before lunch.

Recovery is going well: I haven’t needed anything stronger than regular-strength Tylenol since returning home, and my pain has never gone higher than 1 or 2 out of 10. That said, my injured arm feels currently more like a “thing that I’m carrying around” than it feels a part of me; I hope this changes soon.

I was discharged from the hospital around 6:00 on Sunday night, so my total stay in the hospital was about 24 hours.

My unit one  roommates were a fascinating lot, and spending a day with them was like being on the inside of an extended Patrick Ledwell comedy routine. Concentrated Islandness, in all its interconnected glory.

I’m spending my recovery time by the shore, in Lisa’s capable hands, reading, sleeping, reading, sleeping.

The first sip of  ginger ale I had after coming out of recovery tasted like ambrosia; food, in general, has tasted extra especially good for the last couple of days. Meals are the highlights of my days.

My elbow is wrapped in dressing, and then in a flexible bandage that I need to wear until a week from Friday, when I have a follow up appointment in the fracture clinic.

As life events go, it’s not on my recommended list. But it continues to be an unusual adventure.