Hand Update

I saw Dr. Bernstein last week to check my hand, and see if he had any ideas for the pain I’ve been feeling.

The appointment started right on time at New Mexico Orthopedics, I was checked in and my hand x-rayed. After a non-rushed, very thorough exam of each finger, action, movement, etc, Dr. Bernstein’s tests kept finding good news.

My hand, fingers and wrist are very strong. He found no broken bones, no nerve damage, no tendon damage. Possibly some chronic muscle soreness that could be helped with physical therapy, stretching, strength exercises and rest.

My best news: there is absolutely NO arthritis! He wished he had more he could say to help me, but he suggested rest, ice, and strengthening.

All good news! It was good to find out for sure what is NOT going wrong. Knowing that the tendons, bones and nerves are healthy, I feel more comfortable causing more pain with physical therapy and strengthening. Before, if my hand hurt more, I was afraid that I was causing more damage. This information is very liberating for me.

Now, just to keep resting, try a few massages to see if I recover in a decent amount of time.

Pray for My Momma, She Fell and Shattered Her Wrist

Mom's wrist after she fell roller skating

Mom’s wrist after she fell roller skating

My awesome, fun, crafty and faithful Momma fell yesterday and shattered her left wrist. She is 70. We were roller skating. With her grandchildren, my kids. For the first time since she was 13. 🙂

Yes, I know…what were we thinking, roller skating, for the first time since she was 13, without anyone holding her up. It was an interesting, yet very bold and courageous (she says stupid) activity to attempt.

We can’t change it now.

She fell down, putting her left arm back to break her fall, which it did in 4 places.

The “Health & Wellness Tip” from our experience would be NOT to roller skate at 70 years old…maybe at all, but especially without someone strong, without skates on, holding you up. And maybe plenty of padding strapped to your body and armor strapped to you wrists…

Mom and I broke out in a nervous laughter as the EMT explained to the hospital who was in the ambulance:

“We have a 70 year old female who fell roller skating and possibly broke her wrist….No, a 70 year old female, not a 7 year old female. Yes, 70.”

The EMT couldn’t hear the hospitals response from our laughter.

She was in lots of pain and couldn’t have pain killers for whatever reason, so we were trying to find other things to think about.

My poor Mom!

She has surgery this Monday…prayers are always welcomed!

I’m Taking Time Off to Heal My Hand

Dear Loving Clients,

I wanted to let you know that my right hand, after the cut in October, has developed a nagging pain and weakness between the forefinger and the thumb.

It is difficult to write, open can lids, hold plates up, open doors, and play golf, to name a few. Of course, it’s also difficult to massage. I can do it, but I pay the price with pain for days after.

I have several different appointments with therapists around town and am seeing Dr. Bernstein, who specializes in hand pain, on June 7th.

The blog on my website will keep updates after each therapy.

Please pray for me, for God to use me in the way I am needed, and if not massaging anymore is my road, then to give me the strength and courage to listen.

Plans for my Hand

I want to keep you posted on my hand progress. I’m going to try many different routes to get my hand back to 100%, so maybe one of these therapies, stretches, remedies, medications or salves could help you with chronic pain. I’m trying to update my “Recommendations Page” to have all the numbers and contact info of those doctors and therapists I’m seeing.

Here is what I’m trying first:

1. Massage
2. Chiropractic
3. Rolfing
4. Accupuncture
5. MRI, Talk with a Hand Surgeon on June 7th

First, I saw my Chiropractor, Larry Marrich. 889-3333. I had a massage earlier in the day from my officemate, Sharon. Larry adjusted my neck, wrist, thumb and the rest of my back. He suggested a supplement to support my adrenals which he had there at his office. (I’ll look up the name) He also prepared some Homeopathic Hypericum for nerve pain/damage.

I also started taking Homeopathic “Ruta Grava” for ligament and tendon support.

Tomorrow I will see Robert Younger, a Rolfer, to see if he can break up the scar tissue around my tendons. I will post soon about how that went.

Thanks for your support and prayers.

Love
Ruth

Can Lid-1 Hand-0

We use our hands for so many things. It is very easy to take them for granted!!

I hurt my right hand in October 2011, and I’m right handed. Not only was it hard to do normal things like brush my teeth with my left hand, put my hair in a pony tail, put on a shirt, but I use my hand in massage daily…until…I changed my hand forever…

My family had been planning a trip to see my brother across the country for several months. Let me rephrase that…”I” had been planning for months for my family to see my brother and his family. In the past, it was like pulling teeth to get my husband to travel or communicate about it happily. So, I was extremely excited when we had decided on a time/date etc, to see the Zimmerman family.

I got everything squared away…a rental house, a car, plane tickets, etc. If you do any travel planning, you know how many hours this takes. Plus, we were taking the kids out of school for 4 days, and their teacher’s had spent extra time packing them their homework to do while we were away.

Here I am in my house, alone, all packed, dog ready for the dog sitters, the house is clean for the house sitter, it’s 11:30 am and we are leaving at 2:30, my husband is doing last minute errands and the kids are at school waiting to be picked up. I have gathered everything by the back door, ready for the car. All I need to do is take out the trash. All is moving smoothly.

I’m telling you all of this history to better defend and justify my next stubborn move… (and there is detail of the injury, to warn you if this might bother you…skip down a bit)

I’m moving fast organizing this and that, so with quite a bit of force, I push my hand as hard as I can into the trash…right into a metal lid which is still attached to it’s can.

“Sh@#$”, was my first reaction as I pull my hand back out of the trash with the lid stuck in my palm. There wasn’t very much pain at first, more of a absolute shock…and a tinge of kicking myself in the a@#. “Really?? Did I just thrust my hand into a can lid?? Really?? WE ARE NOT MISSING THIS TRIP!!”

As soon as I pulled the lid out, with it came lots of blood, which almost made me pass out. I immediately grabbed my wrist to put pressure on the blood supply and looked for a phone. When I find the phone, I can’t push the buttons because my hands are married in a weird tourniquet.

All I could think about was, “Great, I’m going to pass out and my wrist will bleed and bleed and I’m going to die here on the floor…”

I wasn’t panicky or rushing, but realized I needed help. I opened the garage door with my chin and checked to see if my neighbor, Chris, was home. He’s an EMT and a fireman, so I figured he could help. He was home, he bandaged my hand and I was able to call John.

John jumped right into action. He called our Doctor/surgeon friend to see if he could stitch me up right away. We knew that if we went to the ER that we would miss our flight.

So, Dr. Steve Gough, said to come right over. The halls were lined with his nurses, watching me pass with great curiosity of the retarded woman with blood on my shirt and the open hand wound.

I was hoping that Steve would look at the cut and say, “oh this is no big deal, here’s a band aide.” But…no. He warned John that this could get loud, and John quietly left the building.

Steve prepared three numbing shots and put them right into my palm. OOOUUUCCHH! Man! That was WAY worse than the can lid pain!! I screamed and screamed and cried and cried. John was right to leave.

Steve’s nurse, Mary, held my other hand, or I should say, I gripped her hand with my left hand. She was very encouraging and calming as Steve stitched it up the hole.

Some Tylenol, Percocet and a big bandage later, we drop off the dog, pick up the kids and head to the airport. We made it.  The security officers decided that I may have a knife in my huge hand bandage and proceeded to pat it down with much force…so fun.  My “I’m killing you with my eyes” glare didn’t work to lessen the pressure.  And then some more officers decided to join the party of the huge hand bandage.  I was perfectly willing to share, but we were almost about to miss the flight.  We were with the family for 9 days and had a wonderful time.

The stitches healed and I was able to massage a few days after we returned. There was a bit of pain, but nothing serious, and I didn’t think anything of it. I assumed that the pain would get better in time.

But, massage after massage it didn’t get better, and here I am, 6 months later with pain that doesn’t go away for days if I don’t rest. And, I mean REST…no use of the hand at ALL. No gardening, no arts and crafts, no golf. Total Bummer.

I don’t rest well. Maybe that is my lesson this time….to rest.