Life: The Killer Of Dreams
Updated: Nov 27, 2019
This will be short since it's being chicken pecked with one hand. On Sunday my family was carving pumpkins and my hand slipped. We spent that evening in the ER. Returned to the hand specialist on Monday. Tuesday the ring and pinky fingers on my very dominant right hand were operated on. Today was my post op appointment and the start of what will be a long and intense physical therapy journey.
Mentally I'm a bit of a mess. My inability to do laundry made me cry 30 minutes ago, so there's that. I'm not allowed to use any of my right hand and it's already driving me insane. There's a 30-40% chance that I'll need another surgery so add in an element of dread too. But all these feels are to be expected so I'm trying to go with the flow.
But then there's the typing. That's what's really crushing my soul. And writing by hand is even worse. So everything is getting put on hold until I'm either healed enough to get back into it, or I find a stellar dictation program and convert my brain to using that over typing. We'll see. What it comes down to is that I may not be around as much, but I am in no way gone and my plan remains the same.
I SHALL RETURN!