So, a while back (a wayyy while back) I decided to rant the shiz out about my stupid elbow. Well, now I guess I will conclude that story.*sorta..
We left off with the Ultra Sound! Oh goody!!
That morning of the Ultra sound I didnt go to school in the morning and I slept in a really nice amount! Yeaaah! Then at like 8 we went in got signed in to the hospital got a bracelet (the super awesome scanning kinda that are really cool!!!) And sat in the waiting room. And waited. And waited. THEN, finally, they called me back. I probably thought this was a super long time because I was really anxious and this was the moment that they would have the results in to tell me what was going on!!! Yes!! So I go back there and theres this really huge Ultra Sound monitor and all these funky wires and crap but there was a T.V. playing some Disney movie.. Truth be told I was more interested in watching my nerve on the screen. But my doctor dude was super cool. He was an elbow specialist and reminded me a ton of my brother.. Which is kinda awkward but cool at the same time.. Okay, I'm going to get a little off topic sorta now.. There was this nurse in there helping him.. but he obviously knew what he was doing and she was CLEARLY annoying the crap out of him; me and my mom were trying not to laugh.. but in his defense she was super weird and trying to do everything for him.. Okay, back on topic. He got to the spot where the nerve was going over the bone and got the video of it to send back to my doctor. Then the worst part happened. After about 45 minutes of screening he turned to my mom and said something along the lines of, if we didnt correct this, would it impact her life? My mom was like, uh yeah.. softball/basketball is what she kinda really likes to do.. so he basically said that I was going to have to get surgery unless I wanted to live with the numb feeling and tingling in my pinky and ring finger. So here comes me, all emotional, sad, blah blah blah being a baby about this and how I'm going to miss everything in the winter.. But then I went to school and had a crappy rest of the day.
Next step. Going back to my doctor for him to say if I'll need surgery for sure or not.
Answer - yes.
My reaction - NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.
Back to the hospital a week later to meet my Surgeon. Really cool guy actually.. he went to columbia.. no big deal. I was officially on my way to surgery. He explained everything that was going to happen, how long I'd be in the anesthesia, how long the surgery would take, and how long recovery would be.. all of which were too long for me.. But I was really freaking out at the time.. because I didnt want to miss basketball or fall/ winter softball or driving or anything. And I was really sketched out about them putting me out.
The weeks before surgery I was going insanee.. I think you could tell this by my tweets. Sorry about that by the way. I was on google 100% of my time looking up things about anesthesia, recovery, vicodin, and anterior submuscular transposition of the ulnar nerve (the really quite fancy name for taking my nerve out of the groove, flipping it over my bone, and cutting my forearm muscle and putting it under there for a new path. YAY.) But I think I really had lost my marbles there for a while.
The big big day. Well, I guess we can start with the night before.. My solo attempt at an all nighter that turned into an epic fail. I was planning to pull an all nighter because it makes you super tired so I wasnt all hyped up the day of. So guess what I did. I did two art projects in one night! Talk about over achiever.. Actually I kinda was forced too since I wouldnt have my arm to do any art.. So I did all that by then it was like 8.. so I got on stumbleupon.. wasted some time on there.. I was up to 10 probably? maybe. Then I tried to do some homework.. but then I just fell right asleep. AWESOME. My mom woke me up at 5.. had some breakfast/ food for the last time all day.. then went back to bed. Woke up two hours later starving.. how was that POSSIBLE!!? I ate some blue jello though.. It was really quite tasty.. Then I cant remember what happened after that but I remember being really hungry/ thirsty.
Pre OP and OP. I get there and sign in go to the surgery part the take me to my little room. Weigh/measure/temp/blood pressure/ everything they can possibly think of they test me. Then they gave me my little paper clothes (thank god I didnt have to wear a gown.. those are tacky and gross) So by this time I'm clearly going crazy in my brain. Then my surgeon comes in initials my arm (its funny because the writing just came of today..) and then my anesthesiologist comes in. She was supah coo! Haha. She was like in her 20's or something and her last name was Gordon.. Saweeet. She then asked me if I had any super awesome nick names and Im all like, uh, yeah, um, they call me Flash... Then shes all like OH MY GOD ME TOOOO! Instant friendship I guess. (I say friendship since she didnt kill me) Then they wheel me into my operating room and I believe that was the most nerve wracking part. (That was punny) Then I get my laughing gas, then the good stuff, then I woke up in my own room thing with like 4 people around me. Giving me morphine, vicodin, and all this great loopy stuff. And then I changed and got into the car. Then I got really car sick.. But I didnt throw up! Bonus for me!!!!!
That night I had a few visitors! Yay! They made me so happy! Hah, I kinda already was extreamly happy but I think that was the intense drugs I was on.. but anyways. Ellie, Nicole, and Maggie on the first night! So much fun! They brought me food and a magazine even though I said not to... but thats not the point. I had people to talk to and it was funnn. I feel really bad because I cant really remember what we talked about but I know it was good because I remember laughing and I remember where people were sitting/ standing. Nicole on the ground, ellie in the chair, maggie by the couch.. See how good my memory is! (Watch me be completely wrong) But right after they left I just watched tv and tried to sleep but that was a fail.
But the next day I had more visitors and I was more aware of what was going on - sorta! Bonus point for me!! Olivia, Abby, Marge, Olivia again, Nicole again, and Ellie again came to visit me on a friday! Super nice of them! I had fun! And I actually slept that night! Details are not remembered however.
Then monday hell day came. By then I went through a whole bottle of Vicodin and Im not to sure if I was suppose to do that.. but they called me in and my surgeon wanted to cast it up instead of the splint it was in.. So at childrens they have this sweatshop room where everyones in to get casted. I had this evil lady who didnt read my papers at all and treated me like I had a broken bone. NO. Not the case lady. She takes my hand and forces it up after I tell her I cant obviously do that. I scream.. then cry.. then she gets my surgeon then he tries to explain to her I just got my arm sliced open and you know what she did.. she just blew him off too.. Not a good time. But I survived and I got a more comfortable glow in the dark sparkly cast that everyone signed in many colorful colors (for the record Ellie Korengel sign first.. In a few places)
Today. Now I have my cast of but the cast gave me hives so now I itch really quite badly but its okay. My arms really tender but I can almost make it straight/bend it.. my stitches are still in but they hurt really bad.. But Ill get over it. My hand and fingers are almost back to normal.. cant really type that well though but its all good :) Right now Im just ready to get my three month PT over with. BRING IT ON.
P.S. Thank you everyone who had visited me/ brought me stuff/ sent me stuff. None of it was necessary but it sure did make me smile :)
