Awful joke, I know, I can deal. Anyways, I'm about 3.75 weeks post-op, and almost drug-free (narcotics, not hard drugs, not that I ever had a hard-drug problem, anyways...) I am semi-independent but at the same time, baby-feeling. I can't, well shouldn't, drive, and I'm pushing myself way too much.
As for the actual surgery, it went well, I'm not so broken anymore, or so they say. I mean I could move my shoulder a whole lot more before my surgery than I can now, but recovery comes with time, and time needs patience, which is what I'm lacking anymore these days.
I have a doctors appointment on Thursday and should be almost off my medicine by then and starting rehab soon after, wanna talk about scary. I don't know which gets me more, the rehab or stopping my meds. I am dependent on these pills, because this shoulder pain doesn't seem to be taking it easy on me, but I'm finally down to just two pills a day, once AM and once PM. And if you know anything about me, and my pain management skills, that's a big BIG deal.
All of the hobbies I told you about before are being put on hold, but I've taken up eBaying, which I know, is not a verb. But anyways, my mom and the "Grove Girls" -the gang of "40-something's"- that live in my subdivision (The Grove, in case you're tired today and didn't get that) all got Miche purses, and recently decided they don't want them anymore, so I got hired as the you-aren't-going-to-school-so-you-probably-have-a lot-of-free-time girl to auctions everyone's stuff off on eBay, so I did. And it became an addiction. I think I'm going to have a store, and make this a multi-million dollar operation, but for now, I'm sticking to a couple hundred. But this has literally been my time waster/spender/user, whatever you want to call it. It may or may not be the best thing for my shoulder, but it's making me understand how to deal with people in a professional manner.
Speaking of, I started my job at Pizza Hut, and I'm on the road to being a Team Shift Leader, as far as that goes, things are looking up. The work is easy for me in my condition, the people are, well, interesting. And, overall, it's a good experience for me. I'm learning phone skills, and to be nice when people are yelling at me on the phone because they ordered 10 hours ago, and their food still isn't there. It's entertaining at best, and as far as minimum wage goes, I can deal.
Also, this summer will be the start of life in college for Bri Coleman. I'm going to Illinois State University, and as of now, my chosen major is Psychology. We'll see where that takes me. I will be a student worker in the advising office at Mennonite College of Nursing at ISU starting late summer through whenever they don't need me anymore, which is also a good shoulder saving job. God has blessed me when I wasn't sure I needed it. I was worried, but hadn't turned to Him with it yet.
As far as blessings go, things are looking up for me and my relationship with the Big Man upstairs. I am going to 'training' meetings for the Fuel House every Thursday morning (waaay too early - 7:30) and my Pneuma Group (bible study) on Wednesday, and they are keeping me encouraged. Not to mention, Fuel, obviously on Sunday. I am trying to maintain positive relationships and surroundings during this tough time, because recovery seems to be wayyy more physically and emotionally draining then I ever thought, or imagined. I know things will get better, pray for me please.
And hanging out, I'm down for it, as long as you're okay with my sling, I can do most anything! Love and miss everyone! Don't forget to text or call me: 309 826 4132
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Growing Pains
Since this whole shoulder thing has taken a turn for the worse (as most of you already know, I mean it's what sent me home lotsa months early from a country I loved), sleeping's definitely been put on this back burner, so after about two hours of tossing and turning, I decided to use this time to my advantage.
Update:
Today was my pre-op physical, that was a nice worthless drive to Champaign and back, I could have told them I was fine over the phone and drawn my own blood and sent it to them, but that's beside the point. It looks like the surgery is a go for Friday. Wish me luck.
Mom and Chris and everyone down the hill from me have taken ill. So they are quarantined in my house and I was kicked out in fear of become ill and passing it on to anyone in the Kelley house (my new residence) or getting sick myself and having to postpone my long-awaited surgery. So, I packed a few things and took the extra room in the house on the hill (Chris's parents's house for those of you who aren't following). It's cozy, but I still miss mom, I feel like I'm still in Germany since I'm not allowed to see her.
College is coming up, doing lots of prep for that. I'm starting to look at the math Compass Practice Exams, which I'm not really looking forward to. I would like to point out to everyone that my last math class was first semester of my senior year, a little too far away for comfort...
I got box #1 from Germany, aka all my stuff that wouldn't fit to come home the same way it was sent there. And I received a lot of my German workbooks and language aids, which I have been studying as much as I have the desire to. I'm so scared to lose what I learned, and I also have the fear that the more I concentrate on German and figuring out grammar, the more issues I'm gonna have in English 101. But, it's a chance I'm going to and am willing to take. It would break my heart if I lost contact with my host family because I couldn't communicate with them, I miss them so much, and I am blessed beyond words to say that I have a family overseas that I know at any time would welcome me with open arms if I needed them.
I sold my DS and bought an Xbox, no particular reason,I just wanted to have something to do on the days Chris had class and I was at home, and at this point its something I can do after my surgery that doesn't require any range of motion.
Chris is mobile, and moving. He's on crutches, we were tempted to burn the walker and wheelchair, but they're rented. He can drive his car, and oh boy, was that a big deal (it's a stick). He can exercise to an extent, and be on a stationary bike with no resistance. He's got a soft beer-koozie kinda splint on his thumb and things are looking up for him. He's doing 25% weight on his foot and is pretty much walking, despite what we tell him to do... He's a 21 year old boy with a drive no one can stop. But I'm proud of him, he's staying positive which is crucial to his recovery. I've heard the story of his accident a good 89 times, everyone asks him what happened when we wheel or crutch into places, little do they know the story to come, and he'll tell anyone that'll listen. It's entertaining at best.
I'm learning to crotchet. Not that that's all that interesting, but it's a highlight for me these days. Cheryl (Chris's mom, not mine, I know, sweet, our moms have the same name... moving on) is teaching me to crotchet and I'm stoked. I plan to make a blanket, but from the way my simple chain, and single stitch are looking about now, I should stick to a pot holder.
I'm super bored out of my mind. I am getting frustrated with lack of independence, which I guess scares me because my independence really gets taken away after my surgery when I will rely on lots of people to do for and help me, not that that's a bad things, I just am not looking forward to it. As we all know, The Blue Bomber (aka my car) is still sitting in front of my house (P.S. - if you wanna buy it, call me), and I can't drive it. It's a stick, and I need a new car, because a manual will just do bad things for my shoulders. So that's a sense of being a big girl that I don't have, and like I've said before taking the bus from home isn't really an option. The only chance I have for getting a ride, doesn't give me the opportunity to sleep in, either I go with mom early in the morning to work, and take her car, or the bus to where ever, or I have Chris pick me up (assuming he moves back to his apartment soon - oh, by the way, he can do stairs again, and is in the basement back to his room and his parents got their room back). I'm not complaining, I'm lucky to have options, it's just tough.
I need a job, I need to start working, but this surgery is really limiting what I can and can't do, and not just for the rehab-phase, but in the long run. I will never be able to do lift more than 30 pounds easily, and I would say that rules out quite a few jobs, especially some "college-jobs". I'm not talking about on-campus work, I mean jobs kids usually have in college, for example, the famous one, and the one that I was planning on, serving. I wanted to serve at Flat Top because I thought with the plastic bowls and not-so-heavy things, it would be easy(ier) money. But with drinks being heavy, that won't work. So, money-maker 1, out of the question, as with being a CNA. I might be able to score a job a Pizza Hut, being the order-taker, for deliveries and carry-outs, because that requires answering the phone and typing on the computer. That I can even do during the time I'm in rehab, which would be nice. It's maybe not my dream job, but it would be a paycheck, and a schedule I could call my own. Take away my boredness, and maybe make some friends.
I know I haven't seen a lot of you since I've been home. Chris and I have been living in a bubble of sorts for the past 6ish weeks. But don't hesitate to call or text me, I miss everyone, and can't wait to catch up again. Chris can do virtually everything for himself now, and doesn't need me to help him anymore, if anything I need his help, so I'm available. We should have lunch or something, I'm missing a lot of restaurants I haven't been too in a while. Let's catch up♥ 309.826.4132
Update:
Today was my pre-op physical, that was a nice worthless drive to Champaign and back, I could have told them I was fine over the phone and drawn my own blood and sent it to them, but that's beside the point. It looks like the surgery is a go for Friday. Wish me luck.
Mom and Chris and everyone down the hill from me have taken ill. So they are quarantined in my house and I was kicked out in fear of become ill and passing it on to anyone in the Kelley house (my new residence) or getting sick myself and having to postpone my long-awaited surgery. So, I packed a few things and took the extra room in the house on the hill (Chris's parents's house for those of you who aren't following). It's cozy, but I still miss mom, I feel like I'm still in Germany since I'm not allowed to see her.
College is coming up, doing lots of prep for that. I'm starting to look at the math Compass Practice Exams, which I'm not really looking forward to. I would like to point out to everyone that my last math class was first semester of my senior year, a little too far away for comfort...
I got box #1 from Germany, aka all my stuff that wouldn't fit to come home the same way it was sent there. And I received a lot of my German workbooks and language aids, which I have been studying as much as I have the desire to. I'm so scared to lose what I learned, and I also have the fear that the more I concentrate on German and figuring out grammar, the more issues I'm gonna have in English 101. But, it's a chance I'm going to and am willing to take. It would break my heart if I lost contact with my host family because I couldn't communicate with them, I miss them so much, and I am blessed beyond words to say that I have a family overseas that I know at any time would welcome me with open arms if I needed them.
I sold my DS and bought an Xbox, no particular reason,I just wanted to have something to do on the days Chris had class and I was at home, and at this point its something I can do after my surgery that doesn't require any range of motion.
Chris is mobile, and moving. He's on crutches, we were tempted to burn the walker and wheelchair, but they're rented. He can drive his car, and oh boy, was that a big deal (it's a stick). He can exercise to an extent, and be on a stationary bike with no resistance. He's got a soft beer-koozie kinda splint on his thumb and things are looking up for him. He's doing 25% weight on his foot and is pretty much walking, despite what we tell him to do... He's a 21 year old boy with a drive no one can stop. But I'm proud of him, he's staying positive which is crucial to his recovery. I've heard the story of his accident a good 89 times, everyone asks him what happened when we wheel or crutch into places, little do they know the story to come, and he'll tell anyone that'll listen. It's entertaining at best.
I'm learning to crotchet. Not that that's all that interesting, but it's a highlight for me these days. Cheryl (Chris's mom, not mine, I know, sweet, our moms have the same name... moving on) is teaching me to crotchet and I'm stoked. I plan to make a blanket, but from the way my simple chain, and single stitch are looking about now, I should stick to a pot holder.
I'm super bored out of my mind. I am getting frustrated with lack of independence, which I guess scares me because my independence really gets taken away after my surgery when I will rely on lots of people to do for and help me, not that that's a bad things, I just am not looking forward to it. As we all know, The Blue Bomber (aka my car) is still sitting in front of my house (P.S. - if you wanna buy it, call me), and I can't drive it. It's a stick, and I need a new car, because a manual will just do bad things for my shoulders. So that's a sense of being a big girl that I don't have, and like I've said before taking the bus from home isn't really an option. The only chance I have for getting a ride, doesn't give me the opportunity to sleep in, either I go with mom early in the morning to work, and take her car, or the bus to where ever, or I have Chris pick me up (assuming he moves back to his apartment soon - oh, by the way, he can do stairs again, and is in the basement back to his room and his parents got their room back). I'm not complaining, I'm lucky to have options, it's just tough.
I need a job, I need to start working, but this surgery is really limiting what I can and can't do, and not just for the rehab-phase, but in the long run. I will never be able to do lift more than 30 pounds easily, and I would say that rules out quite a few jobs, especially some "college-jobs". I'm not talking about on-campus work, I mean jobs kids usually have in college, for example, the famous one, and the one that I was planning on, serving. I wanted to serve at Flat Top because I thought with the plastic bowls and not-so-heavy things, it would be easy(ier) money. But with drinks being heavy, that won't work. So, money-maker 1, out of the question, as with being a CNA. I might be able to score a job a Pizza Hut, being the order-taker, for deliveries and carry-outs, because that requires answering the phone and typing on the computer. That I can even do during the time I'm in rehab, which would be nice. It's maybe not my dream job, but it would be a paycheck, and a schedule I could call my own. Take away my boredness, and maybe make some friends.
I know I haven't seen a lot of you since I've been home. Chris and I have been living in a bubble of sorts for the past 6ish weeks. But don't hesitate to call or text me, I miss everyone, and can't wait to catch up again. Chris can do virtually everything for himself now, and doesn't need me to help him anymore, if anything I need his help, so I'm available. We should have lunch or something, I'm missing a lot of restaurants I haven't been too in a while. Let's catch up♥ 309.826.4132
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