Had an appointment with another specialist today and got some questions answered. He was the one who saw me and shipped me down to ER for the first IV 10 hours before I got admitted.
As luck would have it my arm changed color and swelled up while he was looking at it. He poked, felt, rubbed, twisted, squeezed and did what ever you can do to an arm as he watched how it reacted. The results of everything in my medical file, what he saw in January and what he saw today is that I have some nerve damage. Even at my age he feels that due to my overall condition I will make a 100% recovery. If not a 100% it will be so close I shouldn’t notice any difference.
He put me on 5mg of oral Prednisone for a couple of weeks, has me going to a hand and arm PT and HE’S LETTING ME GO BACK TO WORK!!! But only for 6 hours a day and back to a 5 pound weight limit on the arm. So Wednesday morning at 0800 I will be in the Marine Building. We have plenty of SS work to do which we might explain someday.
I go back to him next Monday to see how things are coming along. THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.
Now for the funny part. Wobbles was there sitting in a chair when the doc pops up with do you remember me? Yea but I can’t remember from where but I know it’s outside of the hospital. He says you stopped me. Wobbles pops off with oh oh did he give you a ticket?
He laughs and tells the story. When he first moved up here he was towing a trailer at night and the wires for the lights broke. So I stripped the wires, twisted them together, got some electrical tape out of my dive gear and finished the repair. He chuckled and said he picked the right spot to move to and had never heard of a cop doing anything like that.
Small world. I’m just thankful I hadn’t arrested him for something.
Healing, just not fast enough for my liking.
Gary D.