I knew I was going to have my surgery. I also had an inkling of things I needed to do to prepare. . . not that I got them all done.
I made some freezer meals for Paul. It was nice to have those on hand.
I love to sew and had a rag quilt planned. I had hoped to sew all the squares. It didn’t happen, but I did get it started.
I got the van back. It’s hard enough to drive one armed, but a stick shift would have been impossible.
I bought a cast cover so I could shower. With my previous surgery, the thing I hated the most was not being able to take care of myself in so many ways. I missed taking showers and never felt very clean. . . that would not be the case this time.
I didn’t count on my watch breaking. I had to buy a new one, but couldn’t even put it on by myself.
I bought a pair of warm ups that I could pull up with one hand. However, I didn’t check the length! I found out that I could do one-handed hemming. I probably shouldn’t have (if the pain level/swelling were good indicators) but the feeling of independence was worth it.
Even with all the preparation and things that I found I could do, mentally elbow surgery was so overwhelming. I figured it was better to get done while I was young (because I am only getting older) and tried to focus on the end result.
