Remember how I wrote earlier this week that my finger was detriggered?
Um. About that.
If I am correct (and I’ll find out on Monday, so please place your bets now), I have developed a PIP joint flexion contracture in that finger. My finger will not fully extend, so when I give someone a high five, it’s more like a high four and a half. And the joint is locking and clicking.
What does this mean for me? Again… place your bets. I am hoping that I am going to lose the one I’m making with myself, because it would involve another surgery.
So, without narcotics (which I took to write this post and get things done around the house), I’m unable to complete the every day tasks I was doing before the surgery. I have so much to do and so much to write about that this is one.big.bummer. (And I abhor narcotics, so I’m not the happiest of campers right now.)
I often tell people that it’s not the big complications that make daily life with diabetes tough; it’s the little things. This is a little thing in the grand scheme of it all, but right now, it’s coloring everything I attempt to do. My blood sugars are “fine” for a PWD who is under stress, but I’m looking for some resolution.
So, that’s why the posts have been non-existent. Hopefully, Monday, I’ll have an idea and can move forward.