Well, this week has been a little bit disappointing for me. On thursday I rocked up to my orthopaedic surgeon's office with a spring in my step, completely expecting to get my cast off. I thought I'd need some physical therapy - after all, the poor little arm had been immobilised for 6 weeks.
I went into my appointment, got the cast off, and got it x-rayed. Still springing around, smiling at everyone, laughing at the shrivelled little arm that had emerged (not to mention the smell).
Took the x-rays back into the surgeon, where he told me I'd need a 'brace' for 2 months - and not to do the washing up. I'm still giggling and smiling at this point. Surgeon tells me to hop on over to another hospital where the occupational therapists that specialise in upper limbs are housed.
La la la, still smiling, thinking lucky me, I'm going to do some sewing today!! Sewing!!
Go in an see the OT and find out 'brace' is more aptly described as 'hard plastic half-cast that completely immobilises my arm and cannot come off for 2 months except when showering'.
No more smiles, no more giggles. Cue in wailing, heaving sobs, few swear words, general cursing of the sky and the earth and wondering when the hell I'll be able to work properly again. Poor Michael. He dealt with all of this right outside the hospital. Mostly by promising me a trip to the fabric store and as much help as I needed to sew my Lady Grey Coat.
So - stayed tuned for later today when I unveil the Michael and Rachel made Lady Grey coat!!!!!
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