Please standby. We are experiencing mechanical difficulties...
In the interests of efficiency, I figured I'd just let you know how I'm doing. Communication is key. Saves you the bother of asking... ;-)
You may have noticed the rate of publication has dropped, sorry about that. Issues with my hands. ('Do you type a lot?' 'Um...' *looks at word count. wonders how 'a lot' is defined* You know you're in trouble when RSI is the *preferable* diagnosis, not that it works like that. Ooo, I'll have one RSI and three DVTs and how about another one of those PEs, if you have any available, haven't had one of *those* this month... Any other abbreviations on offer?)
The specialist comes back this week with 'Arthritis, both hands' (I consider rejecting the diagnosis as no snazzy acronym, but it doesn't work that way either) and something I swear sounded a lot like 'you're fucked' (that might just be me, though) because of... something... degenerative going on with the fingertips, marvellous, oh yeah, and this little pearl: 'try not to use your hands'. Seriously? Seriously. (He went to *school* for that. *Think about it*. The mind, it boggles. The good news? I have zero co-pay for that gem. It's a source of consolation.)
It would be okay in isolation. Naturally it's *not* in isolation. It's just. One. More. Thing. I'm not even fifty yet. (Not that I would be cool with it if I *were*, should there be any doubt. *sideeyes evil spirits, tells them not to get any bright ideas*) But where's this supposed to end?
So, more 'mens', less 'manus' apparently. Just peachy. As if I weren't overly cerebral to begin with. (It's fine. I own it.)
Have procured a (more) ergonomic keyboard, bit of a learning curve there, went from ten fingers to between two and four (I don't think it's supposed to work that way), may need to take up typing with my nose, who 'nose', and probably should learn how to use dictation software, joy of joys. (Recommendations welcome.) But I guess I needed a new hobby, so what the hell... (Not sure what the problem is, but I *really* don't want to do that. I think I'm allergic to change. Scratch that, I definitely am. I *loathe* change. *Change bad.*)
So I'm feeling a little glum. (I may have spent two or three days crying on the couch. A chocolate bar was consumed. (It was okay. They saw me coming and added salt.)) Last year *sucked*, really really sucked; I survived. I was hoping this one would be better. Oh, and I've already been 'threatened' twice in the last month with surgery for something unrelated. Surgery and I don't mix. Clearly off to a cracking good start then.
Yup.
Along those lines, encouraging platitudes are *really* welcome right now. Seriously. Coddle me. It's being a... challenging life. I don't need *help*, just a kind word or two. Well, I guess that's still help. Fine. Whatever. Then I need it. 'This doesn't suck' will do nicely. 'I enjoyed it' is even better. ;-) But I'm not fussed.
Sincere stuff is welcome, too, natch.
Or, y'know, 'My Gran had a miracle cure' with *details* probably wouldn't hurt if applicable. Just saying... Yeah, maybe that.
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Date: 2019-03-21 02:52 pm (UTC)Please standby. We are experiencing mechanical difficulties...
In the interests of efficiency, I figured I'd just let you know how I'm doing. Communication is key. Saves you the bother of asking... ;-)
You may have noticed the rate of publication has dropped, sorry about that. Issues with my hands. ('Do you type a lot?' 'Um...' *looks at word count. wonders how 'a lot' is defined* You know you're in trouble when RSI is the *preferable* diagnosis, not that it works like that. Ooo, I'll have one RSI and three DVTs and how about another one of those PEs, if you have any available, haven't had one of *those* this month... Any other abbreviations on offer?)
The specialist comes back this week with 'Arthritis, both hands' (I consider rejecting the diagnosis as no snazzy acronym, but it doesn't work that way either) and something I swear sounded a lot like 'you're fucked' (that might just be me, though) because of... something... degenerative going on with the fingertips, marvellous, oh yeah, and this little pearl: 'try not to use your hands'. Seriously? Seriously. (He went to *school* for that. *Think about it*. The mind, it boggles. The good news? I have zero co-pay for that gem. It's a source of consolation.)
It would be okay in isolation. Naturally it's *not* in isolation. It's just. One. More. Thing. I'm not even fifty yet. (Not that I would be cool with it if I *were*, should there be any doubt. *sideeyes evil spirits, tells them not to get any bright ideas*) But where's this supposed to end?
So, more 'mens', less 'manus' apparently. Just peachy. As if I weren't overly cerebral to begin with. (It's fine. I own it.)
Have procured a (more) ergonomic keyboard, bit of a learning curve there, went from ten fingers to between two and four (I don't think it's supposed to work that way), may need to take up typing with my nose, who 'nose', and probably should learn how to use dictation software, joy of joys. (Recommendations welcome.) But I guess I needed a new hobby, so what the hell... (Not sure what the problem is, but I *really* don't want to do that. I think I'm allergic to change. Scratch that, I definitely am. I *loathe* change. *Change bad.*)
So I'm feeling a little glum. (I may have spent two or three days crying on the couch. A chocolate bar was consumed. (It was okay. They saw me coming and added salt.)) Last year *sucked*, really really sucked; I survived. I was hoping this one would be better. Oh, and I've already been 'threatened' twice in the last month with surgery for something unrelated. Surgery and I don't mix. Clearly off to a cracking good start then.
Yup.
Along those lines, encouraging platitudes are *really* welcome right now. Seriously. Coddle me. It's being a... challenging life. I don't need *help*, just a kind word or two. Well, I guess that's still help. Fine. Whatever. Then I need it. 'This doesn't suck' will do nicely. 'I enjoyed it' is even better. ;-) But I'm not fussed.
Sincere stuff is welcome, too, natch.
Or, y'know, 'My Gran had a miracle cure' with *details* probably wouldn't hurt if applicable. Just saying... Yeah, maybe that.
Ta.
xox Ginger