This may seem a strange reflection but I realised that I used to pride myself on getting the tops off jars when they were stuck. It feels almost childish to admit but I found there was something quite satisfying about getting a stubborn top unscrewed. It’s often jam in our house but it can be anything – pickles the other day.
Yesterday, on my walk, I attempted to unscrew the top of my coffee flask (which was firmly stuck) and my thumb’s been really sore. It’s not surprising since there’s no ligament but I couldn’t stop myself, despite knowing that I shouldn’t and consequently I’ve had to wear my hand brace all day. It’s quite sad-making that I can’t manage something so mundane and I’m trying not to feel a sense of debilitation. I didn’t even manage to get the top off in the end.
I had an appointment with my physiotherapist today who is one of the most cheerful and chatty people I know. I feel very fortunate to have had my treatment with her as she had a car accident years ago and has overcome significant damage to her arm and hand. You would never notice anything is wrong – she just can’t bend one of her fingers. Her support, understanding and relentless positivity has been invaluable.
Saving My Hand 