Sadly, I will not be playing air guitar again any time soon.
There are some activities that are just too painful to do with my right hand since my latest injury, and theyíre not the obvious ones. (Well, some of them probably are the obvious ones, but Iím not going that way here.)
For example, Iím having a hard time using the stapler. The act of squeezing is one of the most difficult things I tried to do today. I know I can put the paper in position and pound the stapler with my fist, but thatís not how Iím used to doing it. Iím used to having the paper in one hand and the stapler in the other and flexing my hand. But the hand is not cooperating.
Tying my shoes is a double-barreled trauma just now. In fact, itís not really the act itself that hurts, but an auxiliary motion. When I pull the laces tight, I can feel it in my hand. I mean, I can really feel it, through my fingers and wrist and halfway up my arm. I hadnít thought of that possibility until the moment I tried it. Then, immediately, ow. Pain.
A fly was buzzing around my head this afternoon, and I made the mistake of slapping at it with my right hand. The fly wasnít the one who was hurting after I did that. I picked up the swatter and repeatedly inflicted more damage on myself than on the pest. Itís still alive. So am I, barely. It was a difficult day to get through.