My hands are my work. I like to think of myself as a writer and photographer of some worth (I’m not fishing for compliments, I’m realistic about my level of talent). Without functional use of my hands, those two tasks become immeasurable difficult.
A week before Christmas I started having ‘issues’ with my right hand. I am right-handed, so this was cause for concern.
The problem started in the first two knuckles, but quickly spread across the back of my hand and up into my wrist. There was pain and swelling, joint stiffness, and it itched like crazy. After a few days of this I went to see my General Practitioner. She thought my symptoms indicated a staph infection and I went on a 10-day regiment of antibiotics.
The swelling and redness abated, but the aching only migrated upward into other knuckles. It felt like a hammer hit those two fingers and the slightest pressure, like holding a pen or camera, was uncomfortable.
I am scared.
See, I have one auto-immune disorder that affects my thyroid. That put me at a higher risk of developing a second AI… which I did. I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis several years ago. RA, being bilateral, means, if your left knee is affected, your right knee will be too.
I’ve been lucky in that my RA seems to be progressing slowly and the meds I take are able to manage the pain and discomfort it causes. I’m grateful that my disorder has been limited mostly to my lower extremities – affecting mainly my feet, knees and hips.
I know it might be odd to say I’m grateful, but see my hands are my
When the problems started with my hand, I worried that the RA was finally working it’s magic, so I was actually relieved when my doc thought it was a treatable infection. Then it came back… or rather never really went away.
Fortunately I had my annual check with my RA doc a few weeks ago, so I brought the problem to her attention. There was some blood-letting and X-rays done to look for signs of RA – I’m waiting for those results.
A return trip to my GP only re-enforced my concern that the problem may be arthritis related. The downside is that if it has moved into my hands, there’s really nothing I can do.
I just wait. This is one of those instances where knowing the problem’s cause isn’t going to help. Maybe this time, ignorance is bliss.
Submitted as part of Shell’s “Pour Your Heart Out” writing prompt at Things I Can’t Say. Please stop by to read the other posts, and give a little comment love.
19 thoughts on “My hands are my work”
Sending ++++++++vibes your way, Tara.
Wow, what a scary thing to have to worry about, Tara! So sorry to hear about it and hoping for good news. Let us know, k?
Oh Tara! I’m so sorry.
Sending you good thoughts, Tara. And yeah, what Lou said.
Damn, Tara. Let us know, okay?
My goodness, Tara, that is awful. Sending prayers & happy thoughts your way!
Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry to hear it. I hope it’s something that can be healed quickly!
Ouch. That looks painful. As a writer myself (you know me as SAM now with My Write Side), I understand your fear. I would be miserable if I couldn’t write.
I hope you get a good report from the doctor Tara. You’ve lived with RA for quite some time and it doesn’t seemed to have slowed you down very much. That tells me what kind of person you are. My maternal grandmother had RA most of her life….and all of mine. She was an amazing lady and an inspirtation to me always. Sending you much love sweetie… ~Joy