And then I never reported back.

The surgery went well, according to the doctor. Everything is back where it should be. The nerve block was fun. Or funny. It’s rather odd to be looking at your hand and not be able to feel it or control it.

When the nerve block wears off? Not fun.

I spent Wednesday and Thursday in a fog, sleeping much of those days. Also, my AC broke and it took them two days to fix it. It was hot. I’d had surgery and I couldn’t shower. I also wasn’t supposed to take the sling off, but they’d put it on me with no shirt underneath.

It’s more comfortable over a shirt, trust me.

Anyway, now I’m back at work. I’d rather not be, but I don’t want to take the time off.

See, (and I don’t recall this from the last time I had this surgery) I am in pain. Constant pain. It can be abated, but it doesn’t go away. During the day I’m just taking advil/aleve so that I can function; I’m saving the harder painkillers for night.

Because I still have to sleep sitting up. Which doesn’t make sleeping easy. So, not only am I in pain, I’m tired. I know in the end I won’t feel this way, but right now I’m regretting having had the surgery. Sure, I was in pain then too, but it was much less. And I could do things like, oh, hey, cut my meat at dinner.