Slow, Awkward, and Exhausting

Looking at what I just typed, I had to laugh. That phrase describes how I go about so many things in my life. But what I’m referring to today is life immediately after carpal tunnel surgery.

It took place last Friday. I was ridiculously excited about having it done. Typing, crocheting, brushing my teeth, using a knife and fork—just about every basic activity made my hand start tingling and eventually become painful. My fingertips were numb, so I was having trouble picking up small objects and turning pages. It had become a non-stop drag.

My husband had had the same procedure last month and he breezed through it. I knew I would have a bit more trouble. He had his left hand done, where I needed my right hand, and we’re both right-handed. I’d been picturing having my hand in a cast or some sort of brace, when all he had was a dressing and an ace bandage. He was told he could do everything that he could do comfortably. I was ready to go!

Not too long ago I read an article encouraging people to do habitual tasks with the other hand, the one they didn’t usually use. Brush your hair, button a shirt. The article said that it would be great for your brain. That night I tried brushing my hair left-handed. I managed, kind of, but I wouldn’t have left the house looking like that.

I determined to practice for a few days before the procedure. But with my usually exquisite sense of timing, I spent those days dealing with the stomach bug that’s very popular right now. I recovered just in time to have the surgery.

It went well and my hand feels better, but it’s still of limited use.  

I’m managing, of course—no one offered me a second option. But it’s much slower than I’m used to. And it’s just plain awkward doing everything backwards. I suppose it’s really mirror image. Either way, it’s all work, work, work and it leaves me wanting to put my feet up and recover. Over and over, all day.

I know—I’ll get better the more I practice, just like anything else. I know that’s true.

And I know it will happen the day before the bandages come off.