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 have finally decided not to join NaNoWriMo. I’ve been dithering about it. I’ve got so many ideas and in my head, 2000 words a night would be definitely possible. If I had healthy wrists. I’ve had my steroid injection to reduce the swelling in my wrist tendon and hopefully, in 6 weeks, when I go back and have the right wrist done. So with a heavy heart, I’ve decided to not indulge this year. But definitely next year. Definitely!
My wrists really need rest. So I’m going to try to take the rest of the week off. I’ll jot down notes about my thoughts during the week so that I can try to catch up on the weekend.
Someone comes to the office to treat the office workers to a massage. I was meant to get an indian head massage today but thought I’d ask to get my arms and hands massaged today, owing the pain in my hands.
It was bliss!
“Remember, if you ever need a helping hand,
it’s at the end of your arm.
As you get older, remember you have another hand:
The first is to help yourself,
the second is to help others.”
I’m a tiny bit obsessed about everything about hands these days (probably understandable). I thought I’d share this Audrey Hepburn quote. I think we all need to remember that extending a helping hand is always important. You never know how big an impact you’re going to make on someone else’s life!
It saddens me that the old values of helping others, putting others first, think before you speak, following The Golden Rule don’t seem to have much room in modern lives. It’s all very me, me, me these days.
Hmmmm! I’m going to start working now. I feel that Wednesday’s going to be challenging as I am already feeling morose and slightly deflated before 9AM!
Day 3 of the splints. I can’t type properly and I hate it.
I know I’ve got to wear them because it’ll help me.
I’m keeping them on.
Day 2 of having the splints on. I don’t think it’s the most comfortable of things to wear. I feel out of sorts and a tiny bit ill. I’m going to go to bed.
I want my mommy.