A couple of years ago, when I was having so much pain in my right wrist, I did everything I could think of to take pressure off it. I set up the end table next to the left side of the recliner (the old recliner, at that time), so that I could drink my morning coffee (and evening whatever) left-handed. I even moved the mouse to the left side of the computer (the old computer, that would be).
Iíve been perfectly content to use my left hand for these simple tasks all this time. Even though Iím very strongly right-handed, Iíve grown used to drinking and mousing left-handed. Over the months, my wrists have gradually grown about equal in strength, and the pain on the right side has been very slight. At times Iíve gone for weeks with little or no pain at all.
When I set up the new computer, I put the new mouse back on the right side. Part of this was convenience, because for a few days I was going back and forth between the two computers, and it was just easier not to have the two mice on the same side. Another part was just not wanting to bother going into the mouse software and telling it to do things backwards, because it no longer seemed necessary.
Really, there have been no ill effects from mousing with my right hand, but in the last few days Iíve had some excruciating twinges in my left wrist. So today I moved my drink table to the right side of the new recliner, and now Iím fully right-handed again. I keep reaching with the left, but Iíll get used to things being back the way the used to be.
In a way itís too bad, because at times it was convenient to have my coffee on the left side, so that I could have all my remotes within easy reach of my left hand. It was nice to eat with my right hand and drink with my left, you know? On the computer, itís a different story. Itís much easier to put copy that Iím typing from on the left side. For some reason itís easier for me to see there, and now without the mouse in the way, I can do that again.
Ah, well. I always wanted to be ambidextrous, but it wasnít meant to be. Itís one of those traits I would change about myself if I could, like the fact that I canít sing a note and that I read too slowly. And I wouldnít mind being a little taller. And younger and thinner, for that matter, but there are some things not worth wishing for. Better to save it for something realistic. I just canít think of anything.