I am often asked how I am doing and how the wrists are progressing, indeed I had a rare call from my sister yesterday and the first thing that she asked was ‘how is the healing?’ So I thought that this morning was an appropriate time for an update. I awoke this morning with a grinding ache in both wrists and the left shoulder having awoken several times in the night to the same experience, a set of press-ups worked through the creaks, cracks and pops that i now associate with exercise but didn’t alleviate the aches. My personal jury is out on exercise, I like to think that the cracks and pops as I push overcalcified and deformed joints past the limits that they try to impose is extending their range but I think it may be akin to trying to turn back the tide. I lifted the kettle to make a cup of tea despite the stabbing pain in lefty and proceeded to brush my hair as righty complained, brushing my teeth resulted in a stabbing pain as the wrist voiced its concern over the angles involved. An interesting challenge was presented. as it often is, by an itch on my shoulder the itch itself was OK but my hands no longer reach that area so scratching involved the careful use of my hairbrush.
A battle always ensues when I attempt to get tension on my belt and the laces of my boot and then I sat down to pen this update, my fingers and wrists are not enjoying the angles needed to type on the BlackBerry* and it takes some willpower to overcome the flinch reaction that seeks to eject the handset from my grip. What the physioterrorists see as an amazing attitude and success is actually little more than determination and ignorance, in my defence you can’t teach an old dog new tricks and brute force and ignorance has served me well so far in life. I am well aware that I have exceeded the normal healing and am now eating into the area of increased pain and probably reducing the amount of time I will have tolerable pain levels whilst increasing the mess that old age is rushing towards me with, but hey there is no point in living your life now to protect the future, to quote Horace “Carpe diem quam minimum credula poster”or seize the day and put as little trust as possible in the next day.
To return to the question of how is it going, its going OK, you see the limits are reset in a similar manner to the way that my mate Dave has reset his audio limits to cope with the nightmare of tinnitus. To remove the slow grinding pain now would be like putting Dave in a silent room, it’s a companion now and to lose it would take some getting used to.
*Other more sour fruit based smart(ish) cellular devices may be aailable