Just gave myself a fat lip shifting my arm in bed - trying to keep wrist elevated, it rolled off the pillow and I miscalculated grabbing it back, even with using my good hand!
Just starting to get wiggling and tingling back in my fingers this morning at 8am, about 22 hours after the block. I’m sure it was the right choice for pain management and to minimize the general anesthetic required - it was my fastest recovery ever, a bit wobbly for the first two hours but no somnolence. However, this sensation of my arm being disconnected from my body and brain has been deeply unsettling; I would reposition the arm periodically and have a weird lingering sense that it was still in the last place it was positioned - like without nerve sensation the only concept of my arm was where my eyes last saw it or the memory of that if I wasn’t looking right at it.
I have had the smallest peek into paralysis without sensation - it will certainly add another layer to my compassion for clients I work with who are paralyzed without sensation.
Hopefully by tonight I’ll have motor control of my arm again. My new splint/wrap only extends 3/4 up my forearm, a vast improvement on the one that extended past my elbow - this is so much more comfortable and easier to elevate and navigate with. Hopefully I’ll be driving again in a few weeks and incorporating some kayak paddling into my rehab by July at latest - paddling a few times a week this spring with my friend on Cape was my lockdown exercise plan, and I’m bummed to be missing spring on the water - but summer will be nice, too. There hopefully won’t be the same traffic to the Cape this summer - a pandemic upside.
So the next few days are pain management and constipation mitigation. Joy! I’m close to the end of season one of St. Elsewhere - a lovely dose of nostalgia.
Meanwhile I guess we are fast approaching 100,000 dead and it’s not even June.

