Friday was a hard day. It was the day I had been waiting for since my surgery... to get my cast off and find out what was done to my hand. My arm was itchy from the cast and I couldn't wait to have relief. When I got there, the medical assistant cut the cast off and removed my stitches and almost immediately I wanted the cast back on. My arm started to have spasms and the pain was horrible. I got really light headed and nauseous then ended up laying down on the bed. I started to cry because my arm felt dead, I couldn't lift it and I had no feeling in my thumb. The doctor came in, laughing, and I started asking questions...What was done? How long will the pain last? Will I get the feeling back in my thumb? The answer to every question was "I don't know." I burst into tears again and went to OT to get a new brace made. I cried while I walked over there, mostly because of disappointment but also because of pain and the fact that I had to use my other arm to ho
My life-long battle with Dystonia