This morning I took my first venture out into the world ALL BY MYSELF since my surgery! I was literally so scared about taking the 45 minute drive into the surgical center that I couldn't sleep last night. After a long morning dragging on I finally was dressed, complete with my hair and makeup done and decided to brave it and leave.
First stop- Gas Station.
Radio blaring, sun is shining- I am feeling really good. As I pull my little car up to the pump I park it and open the door to the gas cap. The sun shines down on my face and I feel like I could conquer the world. Reaching down I go to twist off the cap and twist my left arm too hard and fall against the pump. Immediately I realize that I cannot take the gas cap off. I try again, this time with my right, to no avail. Again, I try with my left, then with my right. Suddenly and unexpectedly I burst into tears. "NO!" I wail and stomp my foot in frustration.
The man at the pump across from me looks at me awkwardly but then turns away. I again try and whimper in pain as I try to open it up. Finally he leaves his truck and approaches me. "Miss- do you need some help?" He asks. I nod and whimper. "What's wrong?" He prys.
"I cant open my gas cap and I'm crippled and I had a surgery!" I pause to unzip my hoodie to show him my shoulder scars. "And my arm is weak and its sticking and I-I-I." I then leave and sit in my car for a moment, sniffing and sobbing. I realize that I looked like a complete and total idiot but I couldn't help it. Finally, with dryer eyes I emerge from my vehicle and thank the man, who is also having problems opening it. After a few moments it finally comes free and while I paid, he began to help me pump the gas. I thanked him numerous times and then continued on my way to the surgery center.
Next Stop- Realizing I Shouldn't Go the Freeway
So instead I go the long way. The way that adds another 45 minutes to the 45 minute commute.
Meanwhile I got stuck behind every granny and mother with a mini-van in the state. I'm just glad I left early.
Finally - Surgery Center
As I pull into the surgery center a catering van is leaving and almost takes me out, I swerve, my car bounces onto the curb and I fly into the parking garage like a scene from a movie. Scared shitless I pull into the first parking stall I find and start to whimper. At this point in the day I feel like a little animal and less of a human, and force myself inside.
While inside I am shaking from the adrenaline rush- but my PT is more worried about a new twitch in my arm. Lo and behold my back had a nerve pinch that would cause my arm to do it. So I required a ton of heat and electric stimulation until he could page the chiropractor on call to pop my back. As I lay there with the heat packs I realized two things about PT.
Every time I go to PT I do two things (and enjoy both thoroughly)
1. I lay on my back the whole time.
2. I count ceiling tiles.
While giggling over this the PT returned, they popped my back and made me chug the water (to avoid the toxicity). Then sent my happy butt on its way.
That's my amusing day.
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