Hi guys,
Well I now know why pride is one of the 7 deadly sins.
I survived the move to the new place which was still under construction when we moved in, incompetent movers, open doors and windows for 7 days with paint smells, industrial glue and dust...cleaned daily and emptied what seemed like 50 boxes (oh, it was 50!)...and I wore a back belt with double support for my pouch and delicate abs... I was so proud.
Monday I was hit with either a releasing occlusion or gastro...nausea and water running through my pouch like Niagara falls but I went back to work anyway. Was walking like a zombie.
Weds I had to go to 2 different campuses so I decided to pop into a Japanese restaurant for bullion and tea...it had been 48hrs on fluids and I was weak.
Then I hit the sidewalk...face first.
Put my arms out to break the fall at the last second and knocked my wrists up to my elbows...passed out.
A cop got me sitting up but I couldn't move ...I was k.o.
Took 10 mins to get me seated.
Made it to school and class with some help but I was in so much pain that they sent me to ER...nothing broken but I can't use both arms.
Pulling, pushing, twisting, lifting,...any movement required to intubate is a nightmare. Can't fill the syringe, the sink or irrigate...not even flush.
Fingers are fine, shoulders too...nothing broken. Just everything sprained. Can't lift a pill to my mouth (I split my lip too)
They sent me homecare to irrigate and take care of my pouch. Hubby brings me ice packs and massages me with Nsaids cream.
Who knew that forearms were so useful? Wrists too!
Can't work, dress or pull up my pants...crap!
Sharon