Now what?

I haven't posted anything on the blog recently.
Instead I've been plodding through my doctors appointments and nightly iv antibiotic infusions and trying not to stare at my hand so much.

I guess I was hoping that if I didn't write about it that maybe my thumb would be ok.

The plan worked...
until this morning when I found that the gauze dressing had turned red in the night.

I'm not positive that this is the end of my hip/thumb, but it sure doesn't look good.

To end this post on some good news -
My new prosthetist is going to come to my house next week for our first meeting. 

Strike 2

Last night they removed the metal plate holding the piece of my hip-bone that is standing in for my thumb and shaved down enough of the bone to close it back up.

The franken-thumb is a bit smaller, but the doc says he's still hopeful that the bone will continue to fuse with my hand.

I now have to keep my eye on it (check) and if there is any sign of infection the bone will be removed.

I'd cross my fingers if I could, but am relieved to know that my native hand is not at risk of getting smaller.

UPDATE:

Here's a picture of the plate and screws that were in my hand.

 

I had no idea they were this long.  

Now I'm curious as to how they removed them.

Who am I kidding?

I know I posted that I dodged my Monday surgery, but...
my hand couldn't pass up the chance to have another surgery.

Yep, the franken-thumb decided to act up this morning so I'm back to Stanford tomorrow.
The plan is to take out the plate, wash out the trash that's taken up residence & then put in some clean wire.

Hopefully it will be out-patient, but my last out-patient surgery had me in there for a full week.

Non-hand related:
I had cable tv installed today (I've managed without it for about 10 yrs) and have been enjoying the Olympic trials coverage.  Swimming starts tomorrow.

The weekend just got better

I received a text telling me that the surgery on Monday (to swap the plate for wire) has been cancelled. 
It doesn't mean that it will not have to be done, but at least I made it another week.

This might hurt a bit

This morning I went into the pain clinic for the neuroma that has grown in my right arm. 
Most of you will not know what a neuroma is (I certainly didn't), but it is a nerve that has gone rogue.
My neuroma is about the size of a bean and acts like a button labelled "press here for pain".

Typical treatment is to inject a variety of substances in and/or around the nerve mass to numb it.
The biggest downside is that even if the injections work, they only last a few weeks to several months.
Knowing this, I had hoped to have it surgically removed (especially after reading that the location and size of my neuroma should increase the success rate of surgical removal without it re-growing).

Unfortunately when you walk into a pain clinic you have to follow their protocol so they did an injection guided by ultrasound.

As the doctor ran the probe down my ulnar nerve it turned from a tube to a bowling ball.
"Well, that's not very subtle" he says (duh!).

So then he starts to inject into the neuroma and I am right back to Sept 3rd - laying in the back of a Maui ambulance quietly begging for morphine.  I have never claimed to be tough, but these two instances were the most pain I have ever experienced.  When he was done the pain at the neuroma was almost completely gone, but I WILL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN.

On the upside, it's taken my mind off the fact that they may remove the plate holding the hip-bone that's connected to my hand on Monday (I'll find out by Friday). 

Going native

My front lawn was once green and healthy.
I used to pull the occasional weed, monitored the sprinkler timers and (sometimes) mowed it.
I had a gardener that would feed and aerate it and pitch in when I slacked on my mowing duties.
Then my gardener moved away and my lawn mourned.
Then I moved to SoCal, the gophers moved in and my lawns condition became terminal.

When I came back home I decided that I was going to dig it all out and replace it with a yard that could survive a non-gardener owner, but then I saw something shiny...

Luckily for me (and my neighbors), Nicole made saving my front yard her mission....
and when Nicole wants something done - It gets done.

So while I was in the hospital dealing with an infection, a large group was busy at work.

 
From what I heard:
Pete from East Bay Wilds donated the design, a crew, some plants and directed the install. 
Jay, Jeff, Nancy, George, Gabor and my dad strained and sweated.
And Katie supplied sandwiches & cookies (This would have brought a big crowd if published ahead of time)

Thanks to all.

Bringing the hospital experience home

Sure I was released from the hospital last Wed but that doesn't mean that I had to miss out on all the "fun".
That's because an outside agency has been shipping drugs and supplies to the house and taught my parents to hang IV antibiotics and flush a line that goes right into an artery. 
This is expected to continue for another 5 (or more) weeks.

Unfortunately neither one of my parents ever dreamed of being an RN so we all get to suffer.

The good news is that one of the antibiotics was switched so I no longer have 8hr injections and everyone gets to sleep in.

Oh yeah. 
Anthem sent me a letter approving part of my prosthetic arm... the non-myoelectric parts.
It's not over yet.