It's been a long and bumpy ride the last few months. Needless to say, I've been rather busy what with returning to work, running my home business, doctor appointments, etc. But, since my last post we were able to get a bone stimulator approved through my medical insurance. Our portion of the bill ended up to be a little under $800 - which means my insurance paid a freaking boatload to get the damn thing.
At my two month check up after receiving the stimulator, Dr. L was surprised and pleased with the (extremely) slow regrowth rate that is clearly visible in my most recent x-rays. So, I have to continue using it for who knows how long, but hopefully my next check up report will be even better than this one.
I have not had anymore accidents, but I do suffer from chronic pain in my arm - which is to be expected with my disease. I can't actually remember being without pain as I've lived with it for so long now. Nor have I had anymore medical allergy symptoms - which is largely thanks to my manic head-in-toilet episode in July.
Some things have returned to normal, and others have not. But, despite this I am still living to the best of my abilities. Every day is a new adventure for this Kienbock's girl.
People still don't understand my condition. I have a group of ladies at work who constantly nag at me about my condition on an almost daily basis. It's almost as if my very definite words of "it's incurable" just didn't work their magic in their brain cells. Not that I can really blame them. I'm barely around working 24 hours a week at the moment. I'm not allowed to be in therapy due to the fragile state of my bone, but they seem to assume if I'm not at work, I'm at therapy for some strange reason. "How's therapy going?" is one of the regular questions I get.
Because my illness is not automatically noticeable, I tend to get into a lot of uncomfortable situtations in public settings. For example, I can't hold doors open. But, no one holds doors for me when I kick my foot into the gap when I pull on the door with my left hand - but I don't want to over use it, so I use my foot as leverage to get the door open enough for me to get through. And then, people behind me expect me to keep it open for them. Well, I would LOVE to be your personal doorman, yes I would. However, I do not qualify as I am an alien being from a planet where bionic implants are an everyday feature in people's lives. (shakes head)
Things haven't been great, but they haven't been bad either. I guess I just wake up and try to do it all over again without dying. I suppose that's what they call living day to day. I just call it fate. Well, I suppose destiny would work in there too...but destiny implies (usually) a more positive outcome so I'll just use fate as my placeholder there. I hope no one minds, and if you do too bad. Sucker.
