*rolling eyes while muttering growls under her breath*
after my lovely visit to Nola [the physical therapist or "torturer" as some might otherwise refer to her as] yesterday, I was instructed to begin a lovely regimen of contrast soaking. Twice a day I get to gather two tubs of water, one cold - one hot. Then I proceed to soak my hand, back and forth between them, for nearly a half an hour. Finally I then have to elevate my hand and massage what's left of it, down & out towards the arm/elbow. All this in hopes of decreasing the insane amount of sweeling that is still going on.
All of this is supposed to happen, as well as a myriad of stretches, massage, and excersizes!? Oyg, makes my womped just thinking about it! I just want my finger, my hand, my arm, and my strength back!
Ftr: Nola really is awesome! Poor woman has seen myself, Elizabeth, & Michael in the last month.. what she must think of us! It's probably hard to be the one inflicting pain, creating nagging homework, and seeing all the insanity that is our hands!
*off to gather soaks*
