I had my first wrist surgery for DeQuervain’s Syndrome on Monday.
The surgery was a simple one (so I’m told) and I asked for a cortisone injection in the other wrist, because I don’t think I’ll be able to schedule the second surgery for a few more weeks.
I’m a little sore, a little numb, and I really, really, can’t wait to take these bandages off tomorrow and take a decent shower.
Gus has taken pity on me today by standing up all over the place. Yes, I have to follow him around like a hawk, but it’s much easier to pick him up this way.