October Wrap Up

 This will be a plethora of many things.

First on the list: The work on the cabin has come to a complete standstill due to my hand surgery. Every time I even think of doing something the least bit productive, I have nurse Cratchet getting in my face, telling me that if I get off of the couch, she'll break my other arm. So I sheepishly sit back down and try to go to the bathroom later. I guess she doesn't want me to lift heavy objects or something.

That brings me to the next topic in this cornucopia of many splendors: My hand. Like I said in my last post, the surgery went well. Recovery will take many weeks. Nurse Cratchet has me on couch arrest. I didn't know you could get ankle monitoring bracelets on Amazon, but you can. She even got me orange pajamas. Just because she loved me she said. She even gave me a new pet name. Prisoner 03815. When I asked "why prisoner?" She kissed me and said I was a prisoner of her love. How romantic can this woman be?

The Dr. gave me strict orders to keep my wrist straight. So they removed my dressing and custom made a splint for my arm. Which I have to wear for the next 3 weeks.

Pretty Vikings colors.

Here the OT specialist is forming it to my arm.

I am not to lift anything with that arm at all. So what does my hand look like under the brace? I am glad you asked. Cover your eyes Jim.

With stitches.

Without stitches.

The incision is longer than the first operation. What was fascinating was the Dr. took pictures of the surgery during the surgery. He comes into the room and gets on the computer and says this is what he found. All of a sudden there on the screen is my hand cut wide open. Lisa and I were a little taken aback at the sight of it. (They wouldn't let us keep the pictures so I was going to up load some off of the computer but even that was gross. So if you have the stomach for it, google carpel tunnel surgery images.) Once over the initial shock it was interesting. He showed us how discolored and deformed the nerve was compared to the surrounding nerves. So he removed a lot of scar tissue from the first surgery and then redid the carpel tunnel again.They then removed the tourniquet around the blood vessel to see if the blood flow improved. It was better but it was nowhere near 100%. That will take time for that nerve to fully heal, if it does. Always a caveat.

There are many hand exercises they sent me home with. Nurse Cratchet makes sure that I am doing them all. My hand and finger are so sensitive that I have to do de-sensitivity exercises also. To start with I am rubbing a cotton ball across my finger and palm. The sensitivity is through the roof. I can hardly stand the sensation of that. I just grit my teeth the whole time. 

I forgot to mention in the last blog that we had another quick visit from RV rock gods, Jim and Barb. It was just another quick stop as they passed by but it was fun filled as usual. They left bright and early the next morning heading west to go hunting. Jim was able to give us a quick lesson on the proper way of retracting your slide with a slide out topper. I can't believe we have been doing it wrong all of these years.

Step 1- climb up onto your roof

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Step 2- while Barb presses the button, hand roll the slide out topper.

Step 3- continue until slide out is fully retracted.

They forgot about step 4 though. Which is, look around and make sure no one is taking pictures. LOL!

On a more personal note. I have always been a gun enthusiast. I am mainly interested in guns from WWII or earlier. I look at those weapons and see them as pieces of art, full of history which goes far deeper than the physical appearance. My first rifle that got me collecting these weapons is a 1898 Swedish Mauser. 

To which I still have.

So looking at one of the local gun stores I came across this beauty.

I knew I had to add that to my zombie gun collection. It is part of a new breed of shotguns. That's right. It's a 12 ga shotgun. How cool is that? So I saved my penny's, sold a kidney and sold lemonade all summer to finally be able to bring her home. Now I can't wait for my hand to heal so I can put some rounds through it. Zombies beware.

That's it for now. I may not post for awhile because I am sure my life on the couch will not be blog worthy. Unless I crap myself or something. Until then.