Showing posts with label elbow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label elbow. Show all posts

Thursday, February 19, 2026

Lo, I shall call you The Reductor

 


I had a CT scan yesterday which went pretty well as far as I could tell, and then I had a PT appt after that. My physical therapist moaned in dismay when I updated her on all the lymphedema happenings because she'd last seen me in November and the swelling hadn't really picked up yet then. 

So we got to work. I got a Reduction Kit. Its job, while it's worn 23 of 24 hours a day, is to more seriously squeeze my arm to help the fluid get where it needs to go. The compression sleeve I'd been wearing was more of a maintenance sleeve and we've gone past maintaining and into the realm of "let's reverse this process."

I now have in my possession two soft fabric sleeves with thumb holes. I slide into one of them and then add this velcro contraption over top. It has 8 separate sections to pull snugly over the 2 bands inside. She asked, "where can I number them so that they're unobtrusive?"

"Oh no. I work in a preschool. Number those suckers right on there and we will practice counting!"



I've only slept in it for one night at this point and I have to say that I got tangled in the covers a little bit less than I expected. Wardrobe might be a bit tricky for the month that I'm to wear it. Today I wore a tank top with a loose, drapey, poncho type sweater over it. Blouses are not going to work right now as they were already tight over the compression sleeve and this is substantially more bulky. 

I was resigned to wearing it forever, so I asked, "won't my skin get pretty wimpy if it never sees the sun and doesn't get out in the fresh air?" She was horrified and corrected me immediately, "oh! I'm SO sorry. This is only a 2-4 week thing, not a forever thing! We just need to reduce the fluid and get that skin soft again. This isn't the rest of your life!"

Whew.

Thankfully, it's still going to be wintry for awhile in Ohio, despite the 65 degrees it hit yesterday, so I'll be able to get away with tank tops and sweaters, I think. 

Today, the plastic surgery team meets to go over my CT results and my measurements and all that jazz to see where my lymph system or circulatory system is having trouble.  They had contrast in that IV yesterday and will hopefully be able to see "where the dam is spilling" or where things are compressed to the point they're draining ineffectively. I sure hope it showed something! Then they hope to come up with a plan for how to help me, including surgery if needed. They talked about how they'd most likely need to transfer skin from my back to the area that's been radiated twice so they have healthy tissue to work with as they clean up whatever is happening in there. I am not even going to try to speculate what that all involves, but I do know that removing lymph nodes from my belly (where they don't really do much) into my right arm is a possibility. Beyond that, I decided I'll just wait and see because someone on that panel may say, "hey, I read about XYZ so maybe you could try that with her!" No sense in getting stressed about it before any of it has to happen. 

Meanwhile, none of my three year olds today asked about my new sleeve, though I am sure the majority of my fours and fives tomorrow will give me the third degree! I plan to draw bugs which correspond to the numbers on the velcro panels- 9 fruit flies, 8 ants, etc. down to one large bug like a praying mantis or something. If I'm going to be in this thing, might as well make it fun. Good thing our Resident Artist is home to help as well!

As far as prayer requests go, I don't even know other than A) a good plan that bodes well for ideally no/few issues in the long term and B) that can be done between school and vacation, again ideally, and C) that everything is healed before our Christmas in July party so that I can be living life! Just DON'T pray for patience for me as I figure out how to finagle all of this stuff with my left hand because I'm right hand dominant, of course!  

Don't take your elbows for granted. It's all fun and games until you can't bend your arm...

Sunday, September 06, 2009

Quotes from The Best Nest, year 3.5

Thought I'd make everyone's weekend and publish the quote board this morning. Enjoy!

Grandmama: This was a best seller 50 years ago. I thought I'd get caught up.

While talking about our friend Mike Rice, Carrie asks: are there any more food names?
Mama: Oh, probably, but I can't think of them off the top my head.
Carrie: How 'bout off the bottom of your head?

Mama: Happy half birthday to Liam (singing) You're three and a half!
Liam: And you're forty-free!
Mama: I'm THIRTY-three. I'll be 43 when you're 13.
Carrie: I'll be dead by then.
Mama: No you will not! You'll be 15!
Carrie: Your mom will be dead.
Mama: Nuh uh! She'll be an old lady!

Liam, singing: Our God is an awesome God. Erase! (should be "He reigns...")

Mama & Carrie are looking at a Canadian coin.
Mama: Yep, that's a beaver. You were right. And that's Queen Elizabeth the 2nd.
Liam: Ewizabef?
Carrie: What's the beaver's name? Does it say?
Mama: No, it doesn't say.
Carrie: She's a drama queen, isn't she?

Liam: Dada, I pooped!
Dada, checking the evidence: Did you trade places with someone else? Andre the Giant, perhaps?

Liam, before dinner is ready: Oh NO! There's nuffing in my bowl!

Nina: Girls are really smart. Boys are really drool.

Carrie is sleeping diagonally across her bed so she faces the edge of her pillow, because it is her first day of having a loose tooth: I'm sleeping like this so I can put it right under my pillow when it falls out- I hope the Tooth Fairy comes....

Mama, singing "OomPaPa" from Oliver...
Carrie: HEY! That's Harry Poppins! Right? Uh... Mary. Mary Poppins. Oom Pa Pa Oom Pa Pa everyone sews...

While listening to Bennie & The Jets from Elton John:
Mama: *singing* electric boots and a mohair suit...
PaPa: Electric boob?!
Mama: Hahahah could be! *singing again* electric boobs and a mohair suit...
PaPa: Gives a whole new meaning to the word "flashing"!

Heidi: I'm a smart girl!
Dada: You're a smart girl?
Heidi: Yeah, I know how to bake pancakes!

Mama: I'm so glad you're home. You're my balm.
Dada, beaming: I'm da bomb.

Liam: Can you tuck me in, Mama?
Mama: You should ask Dada. He wasn't here last night.
Liam to Dada: Dada, can Mama tuck me in?
Mama: That's so not what I meant...

Grandmama: That's a back hoe!
Liam: No, it's a BIG thing!

Jack & Carrie are playing in a sandbox. Carrie is wearing plastic safety glasses.
Jack's mom, Tiffany, calls out to Jack: Don't throw sand.
Carrie: It's okay. I have my safety goggles on.

Liam: We already HAVE coughs, PaPa. We don't want hiccups.

Liam: Can I have some more ghost cheese, please? (goat cheese)

Liam: I need the pushpins! (corn cob holders)

Liam: My springy fingy! (Slinky)

While reading books, Mama attempts to make a point.
Liam, admonishing: Mama! Why did you poke me for your elbow?!

*This one was pre-released, but I promised to post it when the quote board was full*
Carrie: I wish I was a boy.
Liam: I wish I was a girl.
Mama to Liam: Why? Do you want to wear dresses?
Liam: No.
Mama: Do you want to wear tights?
Liam: No.
Carrie: If you were a girl, you couldn't play with your penis. You wouldn't have one. It would be gone.
Liam: My penis would be gone?!
Mama has to leave the room.

Mama, jammin' with her coffee to the Derek Trucks Band: Nothin' like a little jazz in the morning with your yogurt and granola...
Dada raises his glass of ice water.
Mama extracts a Triskal-hair from her mouth: and doghair.
Dada: Cheers to the short and curlies.

Carrie, whining: When!? I've been patient enough!
Dada, smirking: When?

Carrie: Dave Rhino and Mr. Manoj...
Dada: Dave Rhino- he's evolving! Used to be Dave Yano!

Liam: They're not Wheat Thins. They're Ethans.

"Wut can I do to hlp b sids ben cwiit" (What can I do to help besides being quiet? -Carrie, 6)

*tap tap tap* on the sliding glass door
Dada opens to a crying Liam.
Dada: yes?
Liam: the doggie took my bat.
Dada: *pause* did you try to hit him with it?
Liam: yuh.yuh.yuh.yeeeessssss.
(wish I could draw a picture on here... imagine chewed up, blue, plastic baseball bat. Insert here)

Carrie gives Bill H. (a grandfather we know) a rock.
Carrie: Let's play the flute & bicycle game. Give me that flute.
Bill: What's the rock for?
Carrie: Never mind. Put it on the table.
Bill: Well, the tire is flat on this bike.
Carrie: Well, you're too big for that bike!

BUM TAG! HAHHAHAHahahahahahahah

Dada: Timex, takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'...

July 3, 2009
Carrie: are we going anywhere tonight?
Mama: I dunno. Where would you like to go?
Carrie: ummmmmm. Bob Evans?

Grandmama: I LIKE beans. They are great neighbors.

Liam: are we getting cheese pizza with spots on it? (pepperoni)

Liam: Here ya go, Mom. A flower for ya. <3 <3 <3

Mama, reading: "Don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden." Where are they NOT supposed to go?
Carrie: The garden. IIII wouldn't if I was a rabbit. I'd get killed. In the pie.

Carrie, after seeing Mama in her nightgown, turns to Dada: Your WOMAN is BEAUTIFUL!

Liam, scurrying upstairs from the TV in the basement: I just came up to kiss you.
Mama, basking: Ohh, how sweet! I love your love, kisses, and snuggles... *bask bask*
Liam: I came up to eat, too.

Scottio, of the long, flowing locks!

FRST WE WILL MAC A THAP FUR MOM *insert angry face here*
(First, we will make a trap for mom. Carrie, 6)

And finally, we have posted a Baby Blues comic strip on the top of the quoteboard. It has two frames. The first says, "When you say:" and the Dad is pointing to his watch yelling, "Let's go! We're late!" The second says, "They must hear:" the Dad saying, "Everybody move in slow motion!" as the kids drag themselves, slouching, across the floor to him.

Happy Labor Day Weekend, everyone! =)