Six more weeks in a hand/wrist splint with topical anti-inflammatory cream, my wrist is feeling better but still not functional.....EXCEPT for ply-splitting. Can't work with it all day, or even more than an hour at a time, but at least I can do something. So I'm learning twists, plies, making patterns and learning about the history of ply-splitting - all while gaining patience with my clumsy hand.
And even as I struggle to type with my splint on, I am slowly realizing just how much I take the use of my hands for granted. I'm usually adept, quick, and efficient. My hands just seem to know how to move to create and manipulate materials, write, type, cook. For now it is either impossible to do some things, and what I can do, I'm awkward and slow.
My best friend keeps pointing out the word RELAXATION. It's even the theme of Oprah's latest magazine. One would think that simply by living on this glorious island, I would know and understand that word better. Obviously not. Possibly it has something to do with the fact that I'm not in control of this?
But I'm working on this patience thing. Not perfectly, but gaining a little ground.