I am a ROCKSTAR!

So besides being The Awesome Beautiful Mess that I am, I am also a rock star because....are ya ready for it?.....I made a fist last night! Don't go thinking I'm crazy "cuz DUH anyone can make a fist", because I haven't been able to make a fist since January 7 right before I moved that damn box. Before surgery that pesky little bone was stuck in my knuckle and I couldn't make a fist nor could I straighten my finger. After surgery, I had a fist full of stitches and couldn't do much with my hand. After the stitches came out, my hand was SO swollen and the tendon was stiff from not using it for almost a month, that I couldn't make a complete fist. So off to therapy I went, skipping and singing just like a good lil patient.

My physical therapist is amazing! I lurve him! He puts my hand in this thingy with warm air blowing through ground up corn husks and it feels SO good! Then he massages my hand with lotion to soften up the scar tissue. After he's teased me with the spa like treatment, he starts the stretching. This actually does feel good...at the time. Afterward? Not so much. But that is OK because all this torture and spa like treatment has worked! All the pain I've been in for the past 2 months has FINALLY come to an end. I may not have all my strength back, YET, but I will! AND I can make a fist now! I can't straighten it all the way back, but it's close! My scar tissue is still pretty thick but in about 3 months it'll be a lot softer.

Who the hell would have thought that moving a damn box full of damn dishes would have caused all this much trouble?! I can't say it was all worth it because frankly, it hasn't been. I can't say I've learned something new about myself, because I don't think I have. I can't say I know who my real friend are because I learned that a LONG time ago. See? Being old DOES have perks ;o) What I can say now is "yes I have had stitches AND surgery" because I have. And you know what? I ROCKED physical therapy's ass! Told ya I'm a rock star!