One day I was doing yoga and my wrist started to hurt. I thought if I went easy on the yoga for a while, it would go away, but after two months I finally decided to go to the physical therapist. Turns out I sprained a muscle in my hand, and I have to stay off of it for 1-2 months.
Although the sprain wasn’t necessarily a result of yoga, this means not doing yoga. Which would be hard enough, as yoga is my favorite form of exercise, plus meditation. Apparently all sorts of simple activities I never thought were related have been exacerbating the sprain – things like holding a book up for long periods of time, using a stapler, holding up pots while washing dishes. Pressing the space bar.
I’ve been becoming somewhat ambidextrous. And yes, it has totally been slowing down my writing. The physical therapist also said, though it’s a remote possibility, I may have early (really early)-onset arthritis. So I bought this brace and I’m not pressing the space bar with my right thumb anymore (writing by hand is difficult; chopsticks are a definite no-no). What if I couldn’t write anymore? I’m terrified by this idea.
People keep telling me about these phone apps that translate your spoken words to written, like for the forbidden texting-while-driving scenario. I think I have one of those apps, actually, but I’ve never used it. There is something different about thoughts through fingers rather than thoughts through speaking. I guess if I had to I could get used to dictation.
This general concept, however – what if I couldn’t write anymore? If I were incapable, or censored, or for some other reason, whatever it might be… that thought is terrifying. A sure part of me would be lost. Something deep and necessary. For now, I’m determined to heal my hand.