And then it was confirmed

And the saga continues

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So I left off where I had plaster and then a brace and a fancy sling.

Good news, the brace is gone.  Bad news, I have to have rehab to regain the range of motion and strength to somewhere near what was normal.

More bad news, I still can’t drive.  The surgeon, physiotherapist and Hubby all say no.

Even more bad news, I’m not able to work.  Can’t put too much pressure through my arm.  Can’t lift anything more than about 500 grams.  Can’t get my hands in the right positions.  ARGH!!!!!!!!

So I’m going slightly nuts.

Comment to let me know you’re still out there and keep me sane(ish).

So why did I buy this book again?

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So as the studies continue, I’ve been lugging in the appropriate textbook for the classes I’m attending.  It’s very heavy.  It’s got lots of pages.  It hasn’t been referred to in the entire 4 weeks I’ve been attending classes.  This leads me to ask “Why did I buy this book again?”

Apparently I’m not the only one as a friend posted this gem on Facebook.

"Thanks, Einstein"

I’m starting to think there’s a conspiracy…



I’m back.  Well, I’ve been back for a couple of weeks but been taking things slowly.

Ok, so my hands are still a bit on the wonky side but with treatment they should improve which is good.

I’ve been really lucky and seen some absolutely amazingly awesome clients lately which has helped as at one point I was very close to shutting up shop, but I’m not.  I’m here and staying.



Now I get it.


I know it’s been a while and after you read what I’m about to write, you’ll understand.

I always knew pain can have an effect on your mental health but I knew it in a “I read it in a text book but not really understanding it” kind of way.  It’s the car accident victim who is in pain and constantly grumpy and depressed kind of example.  Not necessarily personal and therefore, not understood.

Until recently.

For the last few months, my hands have been hurting.  At first I put it down to working too much, but when I had a really quiet period and my hands still hurt, I knew it was something more.  Off to the GP to have a chat.  The chat lead to me having some tests and referred to a rheumatologist.  By this stage my feet had started to join my hands in their aching party and I was fairly confused.

After seeing the specialist, I was sent to have more tests and an MRI and after the follow up appointment I was put on a steroids trial to see if that helped.

Before the medication trial, I was feeling fairly burnt out about massaging and my business.  I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with it and how to go on.  The plan to return to uni was cancelled indefinitely as well.  I was in a black hole of depression.  I felt I couldn’t see my clients in the mood I was in.  I had all but decided to close up and move on.  The pain was clouding my thoughts and affecting how I felt and what I did.


About a week into taking the meds, my hands stopped aching.  Yippee!  It works!  I feel great and I’m willing to massage again.  Nope, not going back to uni but not  closing my business.  I even gave a couple of massages to some really awesome people.  I had energy and inspiration.

Then the trial stopped as planned.  It’s been about 5 days since and my hands are hurting and typing this is getting difficult.  The cold hard reality of how pain affects how you think is plainly clear.  I do need to state that I already had depression and I am on medication for that, but depression comes in different shapes and forms and, in my case, was lingering well before the hand pain.

So, I’ve decided to take a little break from massaging until the hand pain issue is sorted.  Just a few weeks at this stage just like someone taking annual leave but I will be back.

Hope you understand.


And now this time six years ago

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This time six years ago, I was laying in the bed, feeling like a bus had hit me and holding my baby girl who was born at 3:50pm about an hour after nasty nursey left and Magic Nursey arrived.  About this time six years about, my parents were let in to see me and meet my daughter.

About this time six years ago, Little Miss had her first breastfeed from me.

So Happy Birthday Little Miss and Happy Birthing Day to me.

It’s been an amazing and sometimes rocky six years, but were going to celebrate making it this far.

Now to make cupcakes.  Lots of cupcakes.

New born Little Miss

New born Little Miss

Happy Birthday Little Miss

Happy Birthday Little Miss

Six years ago

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So this time six years ago, I had been admitted to the hospital, put on Pitocin and had an epidural.  I had also passed out, vomited and scared horrible nursey.  At this time I was most likely either drinking some ginger ale or snoozing.

More to come.