The dressings have come off today. Well, I took them off today. I took off the dressing and cleaned off the caked blood.
I won’t post a photo of the wound and the stitches because that would be slightly morbid and very macabre. But the wound site looks good. It looks like it’s healing well and there seems to be, knock on wood, no signs of infection.
And now I am going to attempt something I have no way of knowing whether or not I can accomplish: ironing and all the work that goes with it (getting the iron out of the cupboard is going to be a particular challenge!).
I have stopped taking pain killers for the hand and although there is pain still, at least, the pain isn’t masked by pain killers now. So in effect, it is now “real” pain.
I’m typing as normally as I can today to sort of acclimatise my hand to the kind of thing I’ll be subjecting it to soon. I find that there is pain when I use my pinky, ring and index finger (so yes, mostly all my fingers!). The pain is mostly in the area where the surgery was done. It is my goal today to get an appointment with the doctor so the hand can be looked at and I can reassure myself that I won’t be doing it any damage by going back to work a week after the surgery.
One of the lovely ladies at work has very kindly (and in a way that only a mum can) told me to stay put for the entire time that I’ve been signed off because I mustn’t do my hand any undue damage. I do realise though that I need to be patient with myself and that I need to give myself time to heal properly.
That being said, though, I am determined to go back to work this week. Being left alone with just daytime TV and my thoughts can, sometimes, not be very good!
I love flowers! Every time I walk past a flower stall, I walk away with a smile. Flowers are the best cheer me uppers ever.
I got flowers today from my colleagues at work. I feel very appreciated and the flowers have cheered me up a lot. I have been wandering around the flat like a lost soul with a thumping headache and a very sore, very painful hand. Getting the flowers helped and am smiling again :)
So now the healing begins.
I had the carpal tunnel decompression surgery yesterday. I had the procedure done on my right hand over two years ago and it’s helped the symptoms on that hand. I am hopeful that the symptoms on my left hand are helped by the surgery as well.
I am desperate to get my hand back up to working properly so I am attempting to use it as normally as I would have. Everything is sore and movement is slow. But I suppose that is to be expected! I do get frustrated because I don’t remember my right hand being this sore when I had it done then! I think what I keep forgetting is that the procedure was only done yesterday! Duh!
My mantra today? One day at a time and slowly but surely!
I have always, always loved chicken: fried, stewed, roasted, poached, steamed, sautéed, you name a cooking process, I’ll probably say go and do it and I’ll eat the chicken. I’d even go as far as saying that I prefer chicken to any other meat.
My all-time favourite chicken dish, however, is Southern fried chicken. I loved it so much that everytime I hear of a chicken place that claims to serve “proper” Southern fried chicken, I ask Alan if we can go and try it out. Thankfully, Alan is almost always too happy to indulge this particular obsession.
So after a lot of thinking, Alan and I have come up with THE list. It’s a list of chicken places that we have tried and places that we want to try, mostly because they serve chicken.
Presenting our chicken bucket list!
- Spit and Roast
- Mother Clucker
- Clock Jack
- Red Dog
- On The Bab
- Ruby Jean’s Diner
- Joe’s Southern Kitchen and Bar
- Meat Liquor
- Rita’s Bar and Dining
- Eat 17
- Jackson and Rye
So watch this space as I write through the (chicken) bucket list!
I am pushing the pause button on the Cake Book Challenge and I’m going to be realistic. I can’t cook through a book in the amount of time I originally said I would.
I still have 47 recipes to cook through. And I will. But only at a more realistic phase!
So it is with a lot of sadness that I step away from the Cake Book for a while.