Warning! This article is not for the weak-kneed. Or, weak wrist-ed. It’s the closest thing I’ll come to openly whining, and if you know me, that’s saying something. I hate whining.
I have rheumatoid arthritis, predominant in both wrists at the base of the thumbs. Yes, typing is a bitch. I had the surgery on my right hand for the condition two years ago. During this procedure, the doctor *removes* the offending bone, then pulls the tendon (still attached on one end) up, lassos, then ties it to the bone which it was once connected. No, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it seems. It hurts much, much worse.
Still, the surgery is a better option than continuing to live with the daily pain of rheumatoid arthritis.
This is one of the most excruciatingly painful experiences I have ever suffered. But then, I was sent to a physical therapist who was the nicest, sweetest sadist I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing. She made me inflict pain on myself, then cheered when I finally performed her sickening feat of touching the tip of my thumb to the tip of my pinkie. I hated her so much.
Two years later, the pain has diminished (in my mind) sufficiently enough that I am ready for the surgeon to operate on the left hand. My right hand has healed, and I have 75% of the strength I had before the RA.
The surgery is scheduled for January 3, 2017. I’ll be out of commission for a couple of days, then tortured by the same sadist therapist for a few months after that.
Pray for me, please. See you on the other side.
JL Mo is a mother of two full grown geeks, and Nana to their geeks-in-training. She is also the author of the McShane Mini-Mystery series, and has had a number of stories published in various anthologies which can be accessed on her Amazon Author Page.
(Note: Should you have any need, there is a website that has been brought to my attention for RA sufferers. Check them out at https://www.rheumatoidarthritis.org/ )