Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving y'all! Today was my grandmother's birthday. There's not a month that goes by when I'm not remembering some story about Grandma or being at her house. She was a feisty librarian. Wow, she would have been 114 today if she were still alive.
Well, I got my long awaited Botox series of shots. Eighteen in all with only six in my leg. The rest went into my pectoral muscle and arm. These shots are pleasant. They hurt big time. Think of a needle piercing the skin, going deep into a tight muscle, it wiggles around to hit the area that is spasming the worst and then, injecting Botox into it stretching it. Each and every shot is like this.
Why would someone purposefully subject themselves to this torture every four months? The relief it gives is worth all of it and more. The pain that sometimes reaches 9 out of 10 becomes a 2 at best.The muscle is relaxed, but still functional or at least it can move. I'm not yelping every time I try to move my shoulder. Ever try to bend forward to stand up and not have gravity pull your shoulder?
You know that game teenagers play where they punch each other in the upper arm as hard as they can? From experience, I know that's how my arm and leg feel for several days after my Botox injections. My roughly seven pound arm will feel like fifty pounds. But the frozen peas help, because I can't take anti-inflammatories. Each day after the injection pain wears off, I'll try to stretch and move my arm. I use it as a gauge to know when to start therapy again. I had my first therapy session yesterday. The Botox is still sorting itself out in the muscles, but I can lift the arm almost 90 degrees from my body. Yeah! Yippee!
I checked him out for a fractured hip. Nope, he checked out fine. I checked his head for blood. Nope, just a goose egg starting to rise. He was definitely going to feel like crap later in the morning. The only thing needing a bandage was his upper arm where he sliced it on the bed on the way down.
At this point I'm seriously considering putting the rail back on, but once up I can't lower it one handed. I'm also considering moving my lift chair into the living room or actually having the kids do it. It sleeps fairly comfortable. I slept in it for four weeks each after my Achilles tendon repair surgery and after my abdominal surgery. I would definitely be closer to him. I'm not sure which is the better option.
So we continue on for another week with tumbles and stumbles.