Floppy noodle arm
There were plenty of trucks on the Autobahn early this morning. Even so, we got through the construction zones to the pre-op area by 0630. The nice people made me comfortable and stuck me full of holes. Since part of that was a scalene block, it could have been much worse. The resulting floppy arm hanging off my shoulder is still asleep.
Being home is good. Men really don’t always know how to help, so I am releasing my DH back to his computer and getting some sleep. Typing with one hand is a real pain.
Not the sandals, but the socks made the journey with me into the operating room to keep me warm and safe.
-Holly