Woe was me. I whined because I had three rolls of elastic wraps wound around each lower leg... and then I met a woman who bound me with velcro from ankle to mid-thigh!
Sweet Gummi Mary! Now I feel even more restricted. Sure, it was a time-consuming task to peel off the elastic wraps and re-wrap them for a shower. But now I feel like I have casts on both legs. It's a mental thing, I'm sure. I'll have to adjust. This will be the Summer of Adjustment for Mrs. HM.
Let's back up a bit. Farmer H had volunteered to leave his precious store to meet me at therapy at 1:00 to carry in my 8-pound awkward box. I had opened it to see if I could put the stuff in a bag instead, but no. So I'd put my bag of wraps inside, and taped across the top of the box flaps. Just a single piece of tape, to hold the flaps down so they didn't pop up in my face as I carried the box.
Farmer H burst into the living room at 5:50 a.m., and picked up the box to move it from couch to coffee table, having said the night before that he would carry it out to T-Hoe. Instead of picking up the box by the bottom, as any normal person would have done, he stuck his fingers into the cracks at each end where the flaps were folded down across the top. Of course that ripped the tape loose, leaving the flaps flapping.
I told Farmer H that was a stupid way to move a box. He took offense, and stormed out, taking my flapping box with him. I said forget helping me, I'd find a way to get it inside the therapy building. When I got out to T-Hoe to leave, I tried to stick the snarled tape back down to hold the flaps. It kind of worked.
As I was getting out of T-Hoe at therapy, I got a call from Farmer H, saying he had just closed his SUS2.5, and was on his way to carry my box. It's less than 2 miles from there. He carried in the box and left it on a chair while I checked in. When OT came to get me, she saw me struggling to pick it up, and took the box to carry back to the therapy room.
That's when my world started swirling down the drain to Not-Heaven in a handbasket! OT took out the two see-through packs of beige rubbery folded flaps. There was also a box that she said she never ordered, and didn't know why it was in there. She told me to sit on the side of the hydraulic table/bed this time, which was still up against the wall. I soon learned why OT had said the wraps must be fitted before I could use them!
First OT unwrapped my wrappings. Then measured my ankle and calf with a tiny retractable metal yellow measuring tape. And progressed to marking one of those beige rubbery flaps with a black marker, drawing a line to connect marks, then CUTTING OFF about half of it with big metal scissors! She attached some white velcro thingies to join some pieces. Then added some black velcro flaps. "They always send way more than needed. And here are extra velcro patches."
But wait! There was no sock thingy to wear under. So OT raided that box, which had a single lower leg wrap, in a fixed size, but also a black past-knee support stocking. Two of them.
"These will work. That's a maintenance brace, which you might need when we're finished, or maybe not. But we can use these stockings."
Dang it! That's going to be hard for me to get on. And my feet are trapped! No open toe like with the elastic wraps. Anyhoo... she turned that stocking partway inside/out, then had it over my foot, and was peeling it up my leg in no time.
THEN commenced the wrapping. From ankle to just below the knee. The velcro beige thingy has six "flaps," which are just part of the rubbery beige. They are pulled tight, each crossing oppositely below the other. So three going one way, and three going the other. OT says it's very important not to have any gaps between the flaps. It didn't feel too bad, other than my toes being crammed in the stocking. OT repeated the routine for my right leg.
Next came the measuring and trimming and fitting for the KNEE section. It is shorter, but also has six flaps. The two middle ones must be aligned across the kneecap. There's a mesh kind of tube sock thingy that goes on under this. The knee part makes me feel restricted. It's hard enough to bend my knees without such a pressure torture device!
OT decided that we could skip the upper thigh wrap. That area does not really seem to be an issue with me. It's mainly flabby skin, not circulatorily-challenged like the below-calf and above-knee area.
Anyhoo... I feel like I'm walking around with leg braces. I'm afraid to take them off, lest I can't get them back on correctly! Even though OT labeled them for me, L and R, and numbered the flaps in order. Of course I will remove them to shower before I go back on Tuesday. Here's hoping I get it right!
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