Back in January I slipped on some ice and snapped my arm. Well, snapped my arm, ripped all of my muscles and tendons, and basically made my arm useless. Then I had surgery, and went through month sand months of really painful physical therapy. In the end, it didn't do a whole lot for me. My arm moves a little more than it did post-surgery but not anywhere near what one would consider "normal. I also have almost no strength in it. It's difficult to lift heavy things, and when we climbed the mountain I couldn't straighten or bend it or lift myself up onto the rock ledges very easily. It's pretty inconvenient.
Lately it's been feeling more stiff. A month or so ago, I was walking the dog in the yard and didn't notice that he had seen a bunny before he started to take off after it. I tried to tighten up on the leash before he got up too much speed, but I wasn't fast enough so he ended up straightening out my arm more than usual and I felt some of the scar tissue snap. It hurt, and ever since I have felt like the arm is stiffer than it was before that. Plus, it's obviously weaker than it was before the injury. I was helping my husband move boxes in the basement and it was an actual challenge to lift things that weren't really all that heavy. I was struggling to do normal every day lifting and it sucked. It's been wearing on me a lot lately to think about it. On top of all of the regular stuff you're not allowed to do when you're pregnant, I have this. I have this useless stupid arm that doesn't work properly and is a hindrance to my every day life.
Plus, every time I'd lift a box I'd think "How much does this weigh? 10 lbs? 15? At what point am I going to be unable to lift my kid out of her crib, or carry her around, or pick her up when she's crying? At what point do I have to say 'Mommy can't, I'm sorry' because my stupid fucking arm won't work?" and that weighs on me too. It stresses me out. It's just one of those additional things at the back of my mind to make me wonder at what point I'll start to fail because I'm physically incapable of something. I want to be able to carry my kid around or pick her up. I hate my stupid arm sometimes, and I hate myself for falling on that ice.
I had been coping with it. I really had. I had accepted it all. I had a total meltdown the day the surgeon told me there was no hope of it getting better, but afterward I picked myself up and I moved on. Now it's starting to become a weight that crushes me a little bit. It makes me angry and afraid. And there's nothing I can do about it.
Arm-y
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