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Still having wrist pain. Today it appears to have spread up, somewhat, into my hand, in my palm around the base of my thumb. Also up my forearm, and occasionally around my shoulder and upper arm. This frankly kind of terrifies me -- I've had weird health problems on and off for the past five years or so, including my recurring back pain and the lockjaw, and every time I've dealt with that on my own. And by "dealt with" I mean "waited for it to go away." But this is my hand, my dominant hand! I need my hand! Not least because I have to write a master's dissertation in a few months, but because I need it to knit, to spin, to knead dough, to turn pages, and hold apples and cups of tea and slice vegetables. So I'm kind of freaking out, not so quietly.
Anyway. I'll go look for a wrist brace tomorrow, and if it hasn't gone away by Tuesday or Wednesday I'll make an appointment at the health centre (because at that point it will have been a full week). Which also terrifies me, because I clearly never got around to doing that Tulane for any of my various issues, but my hand. (Left wrist is mostly fine, but a little dull and achy sometimes. And sometimes I'm not sure if it's actually there or if I'm imagining it out of anxiety.)
I'm also having very tiny cuts open on various fingers on my right hand, but that's been going on for a few weeks now. Dry skin, I guess, except it's only my right hand and not my left. I DON'T EVEN KNOW, HOW DO BODIES WORK. (I'm dealing with that by dabbing Neosporin on, which works for a little while.)
Ugh, I don't know what I should try. Advil didn't work, should I try something else? Icepacks? (...I'd need to get an ice tray.) Draping a hot water bottle over it didn't work and actually may have made it worse.
I am very annoyed. And worried. This is doing wonders for my anxiety, I'm telling you, and my ability to concentrate on my schoolwork. It's kind of making me want to bake all the time, now that I'm not afraid of my oven, because usually then I'm too busy concentrating on something else to think about whether or not my wrist aches. (Also, can I talk about the weirdness of being someone whose life revolves around words and their meanings? I keep getting hung up on whether it actually hurts or if it aches or is sore, and none of those words quite seem to fit. GOD DAMN IT, WORDS, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIENDS. Why must you betray me this way? Surely I can't be the only person this happens to.)
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I do appear to have swung back around to being able to listen to music and write at the same time, though, which is nice! I go through phases where I can (or need to) have some kind of background noise and phases where I can't have any at all.
Anyway. I'll go look for a wrist brace tomorrow, and if it hasn't gone away by Tuesday or Wednesday I'll make an appointment at the health centre (because at that point it will have been a full week). Which also terrifies me, because I clearly never got around to doing that Tulane for any of my various issues, but my hand. (Left wrist is mostly fine, but a little dull and achy sometimes. And sometimes I'm not sure if it's actually there or if I'm imagining it out of anxiety.)
I'm also having very tiny cuts open on various fingers on my right hand, but that's been going on for a few weeks now. Dry skin, I guess, except it's only my right hand and not my left. I DON'T EVEN KNOW, HOW DO BODIES WORK. (I'm dealing with that by dabbing Neosporin on, which works for a little while.)
Ugh, I don't know what I should try. Advil didn't work, should I try something else? Icepacks? (...I'd need to get an ice tray.) Draping a hot water bottle over it didn't work and actually may have made it worse.
I am very annoyed. And worried. This is doing wonders for my anxiety, I'm telling you, and my ability to concentrate on my schoolwork. It's kind of making me want to bake all the time, now that I'm not afraid of my oven, because usually then I'm too busy concentrating on something else to think about whether or not my wrist aches. (Also, can I talk about the weirdness of being someone whose life revolves around words and their meanings? I keep getting hung up on whether it actually hurts or if it aches or is sore, and none of those words quite seem to fit. GOD DAMN IT, WORDS, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIENDS. Why must you betray me this way? Surely I can't be the only person this happens to.)
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I do appear to have swung back around to being able to listen to music and write at the same time, though, which is nice! I go through phases where I can (or need to) have some kind of background noise and phases where I can't have any at all.