Well, I’m figuring out life with one hand. I had surgery to replace the joint in my right thumb. Years of pottery must have taken its toll, leaving bone on bone and pain after pain. I started thinking about how opposable thumbs were a key differentiation between humans and animals, a thought persuading me to submit to arthroplasty surgery (an intimidating label). I at least want to be one step removed from my animal lineage.
I’m at last through 2 casts and 47 days into this 3 month process. It’s been surprisingly painful. I’ve had several procedures over the past several years- carpal tunnel, removal of a parathyroid gland, arthroscopic knee surgery, biopsies, and a couple of neuroma removals. (Wow, just looking at this list makes me feel sorry for my poor husband who has had to assume extra household and business responsibilities, as well as nurse-maiding an invalid) but none quite like this. I’m accustomed to having quick energy at my disposal (relentless energy as a dear friend once proclaimed). With what smacks of arrogance, I’ve prided myself on my ability to accomplish much in short periods of time. Perhaps I’ve been known to lose patience with those slower than I deem acceptable (particularly drivers and store clerks).
Well, I’ve been resoundingly put in my place, or rather unable to leave my place. My exercise routines have been significantly disrupted; typing on a keyboard, a key part of my work-life is awkward and uncomfortable; I’m unable to carry a “lazy-man’s load” up and down stairs or to and from the garage; and I tire easily. This experience is requiring me to live in place. I wonder if the universe is wagging its metaphysical finger at me, forcing me to do less and “Be” more. Well, the jury is still out on that one, but perhaps multitasking is not the meaning of life after all.