Almost a month later

Yesterday, Thank God, the doctor removed the plaster of paris. I was feeling much better except for the slight pain from time to time which I wasn't sure if it was due to the healing or the plaster of paris which got loosened up and was pricking from all sides. Add to that my first niece starting picking it up and there were holes in some places too.
When we were in the Casualty section to remove it, the guy who came with the driller (which did look a little scary) was amazed by the artwork on my plaster (thanks to my first niece) and then he was like, well I would like to add to it too and took his pen and started drawing lines. He and my brother shared laughs while I groaned. Men!! or should I say Boys!!!
Now I am back to Crepe Bandage and I am feeling much better, except that I am unable to apply too much pressure on that leg. I have to now start walking normally, because it is still a little stiff with all that pressure from the plaster and not to mention the swelling (which is still slightly there, but the doc confirmed that is is normal). Since I am here , I rather finish off Diwali and then plan to go back to Bangalore after that week (which is a sort of agreement because my family wants me here for two more weeks, just because the doc said that it will be completely healed in another 2 weeks). Sometimes they can be a little over bearing :). Now that I out of the crutch and the plaster, I am itching (even literally too) to get back to the normal walk, dance and run...I know, I have to take it slow and I am doing it...but still...being an invalid does really suck. 

A week later

After the panic I had last Monday, I guess I am feeling much better after I gave myself some pep talk about how to get it under control, like using my book reading to divert my attention when I feel the need to touch my leg, or to play with my nieces or concentrate on some posts that I might want to write etc. It did help and I haven't had so many urges to itch (except for once or twice, where I had to use some innovative ways to use utensils to satisfy that urge).

And now comes the argument of how many more weeks I have to endure this. As of today it has been one week and even though I have been able to walk around , albeit very slowly and with some effort, I still feel some pain now that the bandage has loosened up a bit. My bro is saying that the doc said that I have to use it for 3 weeks, I argue it for 2 weeks (that is what I heard him say honest to God truth) and my dad is going with my bro. I told them very strictly that this is the final week I am gonna sit in this bandage after that if I don't get to see the doc I am gonna try and rip it off myself and go back to crepe bandage. So by next week I should be able to do another checkup and see how things go. I wish my leg would listen to me and heal itself faster. As much as I got comfortable with it, (am able to now turn and sleep on one side) I really don't want to hang around with the plaster of paris thing.

Let us see how this goes. Getting bound up like this is no fun (unless you like being pampered, which I don't like one bit). So better be safe y'all. 

I am gonna go crazy soon....

Its been too long since I had a panic attack like the one I had yesterday night. The whole house is asleep and peaceful, but something is closing in on me and I am unable to breathe. I am feeling too hot to even breathe and my chest feels heavier. I wake up with a start only to realize that I am trying to touch my left leg and I find something else strong closing it. I really really want to touch my skin where I got hurt but I am unable to and I try to break the mold. That is when I realize that I am panicking over the fact that the plaster of Paris that I got done yesterday morning (during a review with the doctor here in Coimbatore). It is restricting me in a way where my normal crepe bandage did not do and I dont like it one bit.

You would have known the circumstances that led me to wear this damn thing. If not, here it is. Is there any word for feeling panicky over something like this? I don't like things that stifle me. Main reason for my over sized baggy type clothes. I feel like it is cutting off the air from my lungs even if it is slightly tight and I don't give a damn for propriety or looks. I need comfort first. I was doing fine with the crepe bandage and the holder that the doc gave  me earlier and after a week I felt that the pain had indeed reduced a bit and the swelling to come down. But according to the doc here, if it had been p.o.p (plaster of Paris) then it would have half healed by now. So he has me on this for next two weeks. I don't know how I am gonna manage this. If I get more panic attacks like this, I am gonna break it on my own and go for the crepe bandage if that means it would take another 2 weeks to heal. I need my sanity.