I stopped writing for a while because my hands needed a break.
For those of you who don’t know, I was diagnosed with carpal tunnel syndrome on both hands and after a series of treatments and tests, the doctors have deemed it necessary for me to undergo the carpal tunnel procedure. But in the weeks leading up to the surgery, my hands plagued me endlessly. I would come home from work sometimes in tears because my hands were hurting. To be honest, I was quite relieved that the diagnosis confirmed that there was something wrong with my hands. There were days when I would sit at my desk and wonder if the pain was just all in my head!
I decided to stop writing for a while. To get as much time to rest my hands as possible. I even stopped baking or cooking complicated dishes so that my hands wouldn’t have to work after work! It’s done me a lot of good, the resting.
I’ve had the operation and my hand is currently recuperating. The stitches have fallen off (they’re supposed to) and my hand is no longer as tender as it was. It’s still not 100% better but I think it’ll get there. I’ve taken away a new appreciation for my hands after this experience, and a deeper understanding of how important it is to listen to one’s body. Because, as kooky as it sounds, one’s body does talk. We just sometimes forget to listen to it.
I’ve had a chance to be quiet and just enjoy the quiet as well while recuperating. So I’ve got a few blog drafts waiting to be finished! Am looking forward to writing again.
For those of you who are a wee bit squeamish, here’s a warning: I will be blogging about the procedure soon!
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and think, boy, would I love to win the lottery and just do what I love doing best: write my thoughts down (they might be worth just two cents but I’ve got a lot of thoughts so all those two-cent thoughts will add up!) and bake!
Then I remember that I live in the real world and while I do get lottery tickets once in a while, I never really win anything worth giving up the day job for.
I’ve been staying away from blogging because my hands have been plaguing me again. I rest my hands at night. I hate the fact that I’m becoming a couch potato but I still think that resting my hands is much better than losing the use of my hands completely. I’m due to get them sorted out soon which is a relief. Most people don’t like going under the knife, and I most certainly won’t relish the experience, but I think it’s mostly a relief that I know there really is something wrong with my hands and I know that this procedure will help relieve the pain and fix what’s wrong with them. I work, mostly, with my hands and my hands are the most important implement when I bake, so I’ll certainly be happy when they’re better.
I was looking online to see if there was a photo I could post to explain what was going to happen to my hands but most of them are gruesome and even though I’m not squeamish, I’d rather, really, not think about the procedure right now.
The procedure is 2 weeks away! I am already looking forward to the recovery!
I haven’t been well. My hands have been giving me problems. I thought it was a simple case of RSI. According to the doctor, it can be carpal tunnel syndrome, which is a lot more serious than I thought. After the doctor said she thought it was carpal tunnel syndrome, she said I had to wear splints on both hands for two months. Then after two months, I’d be assessed again and we would go from there (going from there might be surgery…and I do NOT want to go there!).
Carpal tunnel syndrome is pressure on the median nerve — the nerve in the wrist that supplies feeling and movement to parts of the hand. After I’d seen the doctor yesterday, I went online and checked. I’d heard about carpal tunnel syndrome ages ago via an email that was sent round with gruesome photos of the operation that was done to fixwhat was wrong. It put the fear of God in me, so ever since I’ve been careful with how I use the computer and how I type and how my work station is set up.
Clearly, I haven’t been careful enough. Well, I’m all for wearing splints. I’ll wear it as often as possible, if it means I don’t have to go through an operation. I need my hands to work!