The half-cast/split-thingy came off on Tuesday, revealing my frankenlimb.
Although the burn marks are very light and have already faded almost entirely, I have a five inch incision on each side of my arm, where the plates and screws were inserted. The railroad track of staples won't be removed until May 10th; hence, frankenlimb! I also have a reaaaally nasty "pressure" blister on the underside of my wrist -- kinda like a bed sore for arm splints, according to the doc. Anyway, it's the size of a quarter, black and red, and jiggly. We're all taking bets on when it pops.
To keep evil nasty germies out of the frankentracks, I wear gauze wrapped with an ace bandage. That, and some of my kids are squeamish...
By kids, I mean students. I returned to work on Wednesday. The kids were manic-overjoyed to see me, and I, them... but I'm exhausted. I mean, like, lose-my-mind exhausted... I just come home and crash, feeling like a truck backed over me and then parked for the driver to take a smoke break. Probably a lot of it is the de-toxing; I'm down to 2-3 Percocets a day, from 9-12. The doc still recommends the "1-2 every 4 hours, as needed" regimen, but I just can't teach like that... and honestly, I just can't stand myself like that... I'd rather be in pain... and I am, a bit... but I'm holding up better than I ever thought I would... I'm just... tired...
Love you guys... I'll be around when I can manage to prop my eyeballs open.