I'm at 36 hours of bandaging and all is ok. It doesn't hurt and I'm getting by fine with the discomfort and figuring out how to do things one-handed.
Showering was entertaining as I wrapped my arm in glad wrap, then realised I needed help with bottles of shampoo etc. Alex was my saviour (the glad wrap was his idea). Bless.
A coffee with Sara before the kids' class skit at assembly helped my headspace, as did a brief pop in to see Mel. I am thinking more positively about the long-term outcome and putting the time that treatment may take into the perspective of many years.
Catching up with Roz and Deb for lunch was wonderful; I always feel positive after time with them. I did manage to break a glass with what Justin has called my "flipper", but that was it.when I complained about how hard it is to wash my hand, Roz said, "Makes you think about how people with no arms get along". I don't feel sorry for myself anymore.
The kids are being really helpful. We'll get through this. Nick's home tomorrow (though then away again next week) so I'll have some help. Now I just have to figure out what to wear over the bulk of the bandage to keep me warm...
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