My projected date to have my wrist back to normal as much as possible is March 23.

The splint I wear now is detachable (for PT purposes), but somehow it hurts more than the splint I had before and immediately after my surgery.

I started PT two weeks ago and it's helping a lot. This is my first experience with PT, and my therapist is absolutely wonderful: She's kind, but also very firm. 

A coworker told me that she's well known for being very good in her field and I can see it!

This Sunday will be four weeks since I fell. I feel like I'm making progress: The other day, I was able to make a meal from scratch and chop vegetables by holding the vegetables in my left hand and chopping with my dominant right hand. 

I've resumed some of my other activities too and am back at work. But I still have trouble tying trash bags and I can't pick up my cat yet...or even play with him properly🥺

I haven't told my parents anything. I've never hid anything this big from them before. The previous two times I had surgery they were were there when I woke, but that was years ago and bigger surgeries.

I hate lying, I truly do, but my parents live out of state and there's no need to worry them when there's nothing they can do anyway.

My biggest fear about the surgery was the anesthesia. I was so scared. 

But the staff at the surgery center were awesome. I remember asking the nurse who was with me "when are they gonna wheel me into surgery?" And then the next thing I knew I was waking up and clutching her hand and asking her if I was in the afterlife.🤦‍♀️

The person who came with me to be there when I woke up and take me home appeared after I woke up and I couldn't stop laughing. Everything made me laugh. She said to me "well, it sounds you're doing okay."🤣

My Love Affair with Gilligan's Island

In the vast ocean of television shows, there's a tiny island that holds a special place in my heart – Gilligan's Island. As guilty pleasures go, this one might seem like a shipwreck of good taste, but let me assure you, there's a method to my madness.

Let's address the obvious: Gilligan's Island is as unrealistic as a coconut-powered radio. The castaways, marooned on an island with an endless wardrobe supply, managed to maintain their well-coiffed hair and impeccable fashion sense.

Yet, despite its implausibility, I find solace in the absurdity of the show. Gilligan's endless antics and improbable situations make me appreciate the sheer audacity of the writers. It's like a slapstick comedy set against a tropical backdrop, and I'm here for it.

Sure, the Professor could craft a makeshift generator from a couple of coconuts, but I struggle to assemble Ikea furniture without ending up with spare parts. Gilligan's Island lets me escape from reality and revel in the fantastical, even if it means suspending my disbelief to the point of orbiting the moon.

And then there's the theme song – a catchy tune that has become synonymous with my late-night guilty pleasures. I may not remember my grocery list, but I can sing every word of that theme song without missing a beat. It's the musical equivalent of comfort food, a reminder that sometimes, in the vast sea of television options, you just need a simple three-hour tour.

While the world around me spins with complex plotlines and gritty dramas, Gilligan's Island remains my sanctuary of simplicity. It's a reminder that laughter doesn't always need a sophisticated setup – sometimes, a coconut falling on Gilligan's head is all you need to brighten your day.

So, as I navigate the treacherous waters of modern television, I'll proudly raise my coconut cup in salute to Gilligan's Island – my guiltiest of pleasures that, against all odds, continues to make me laugh like a castaway who just discovered indoor plumbing on a deserted island.

I'm using my microphone to write this, so hopefully it'll make sense. 

Two weeks ago today I broke my wrist. I had surgery on Thursday and I'm hopeful that it will correct what happened and that eventually I'll have my wrist back to the way it was

The first week and a half I went to work, but then I had my surgery and the doctor says I need to stay home for two weeks. 

I have my follow up appointment on February 16 and maybe I won't have to wear the splint too much longer after that, but I'm not sure.

My cat has been of great comfort to me Past two weeks. He seems to understand that I can't play with him like I used to and I hope he also understands that it's going to be temporary.

At night I usually hug him like a teddy bear, but I can't right now, so I put my right arm out straight, and he sleeps in the crook of my elbow

Friday and Saturday I was in great pain from the surgery and I took one oxycontin each day. I don't want to get addicted so I'm not using it very much.

The hardest things are getting dressed and trying to tie my trash bags which is almost impossible. Everything else I seem to manage pretty OK, including cooking.

Maybe I can learn something from this: that my health needs to be improved greatly. The doctor suspects I have osteoporosis, and when I got the physical for my pre op, I found out that I have pre-hypertension. 

Until four years ago I was about 120 pounds and 5'3. Ten years before that I was 110...both times I had very low blood pressure

Now I'm 140+ and it scares me beyond words.

I don't want to be like this anymore

One good thing I discovered is that I can give up alcohol...I haven't missed it at all the past two weeks and I don't plan on ever going back to it.