Call me the Phantom!
Watch out as I fight crime with my super strong– wait no. My super fast– nah that’s not it either. My invincible– hang on, what does the Phantom do again?
*investigates on Wikipedia (beep-boop, beep-boop):
‘…the Phantom is a legacy hero, descended from 20 previous generations of crimefighters who all adopt the same persona…a powerful and indestructible guardian of the innocent and fighter of all types of injustice…He vows revenge on “the destruction of piracy, greed, cruelty, and injustice, in all their forms!”‘[
He can’t fly? Read minds? Talk to horses? Lift up buildings?
Well I get him, I mean I can’t do those things at the moment either.
Looking forward to lifting buildings again and talking to horses again some day soon.
I went into Maroondah Hospital again for my first hand therapy appointment, and oh my beautiful Jesus it hurt a whole hecking lot. The lovely informative therapist told me first off that I in fact, severed both tendons in my left pinky finger. That’s right ladies and gents, we can fit two whole tendons in our smallest finger, and I managed to hack the both of them. I also managed to kill all nerves, on both sides of the finger. Apparently the section of my brain responsible for sending and receiving sensory information specifically for my left hand pinky is completely turned off. So now I have to start observing other people’s left pinky fingers and try to imagine how it would feel doing certain actions (#pinkypervertalert). Just to start rebuilding neural pathways, to create some kind of feeling in it throughout my recovery.
To say I’m over-joyed is – actually has nothing to do with how I’m really feeling.
Overall my left hand is very weak, and it can’t lift, push or pull things for 10-12 weeks. Keeping up with my painkillers and antibiotics have been my main priority since Friday, the pain is really unbearable. I feel tired more because of it, and to my shock just from looking at it post-surgery during my first hand therapy session actually made me feel very nauseous. So nauseous that I had to lie down for the rest of the session.
This is really weird for me because I’ve never experienced nausea before from looking at anything bloody or gory! The therapist wasn’t surprised, she laughed saying “That’s why I asked you to sit on the bed.”. She continued saying that it was also normal for both the patient and the patient’s family member/friend/Uber driver also sitting in the room to feel faint as well.
Pre-surgery I was completely fine with my gaping finger wound out in the open, admiring my shiny white tendon, proceeding to show it off to the surrounding nurses. Yet there I was post-surgery all sewed up and I physically couldn’t stand the sight of it.
The mind and body are weird man.
phantom image: https://comicvine.gamespot.com/images/1300-2584949