A stash of beans

I really like jelly beans and just ate most of a large bag. For me they’re a treat and I used to eat them when I had hospital treatment last time. I’ve got a stash of them hidden in my sock drawer as my family steal them if they’re left in the kitchen cupboard. I like to know they’re there when needed.

Today was tough for some reason and I needed my beans. I made my first public outing to the park and found myself inevitably answering questions about my hand (which I’d expected and hate). I told the lady at the cafe kiosk I’d been in a fight (with a smirk on my face) and she knew I hadn’t but got the joke. I often buy coffee there.

Frustration’s beginning to kick in and it will be the 21st of June when I can use my hand again (in a limited capacity and all being well). It feels like years away and the word I’m feeling is encumbered.

It’s meaning is this: to restrict or impede someone in such a way that free action or movement is difficult


Published by AnnaH

My name's Anna and I decided to write a blog following an accident last year. I will never regain the full use of my right hand and an operation led to additional, ongoing complications. This is about my struggles following the accident and the challenges of trying to save the use I still have in my hand. It’s a story about my product and why it appeared in my head one day because of my traumatic experiences. How I took that positive vision and worked towards bringing it to life. The challenges of putting it together and getting it to the market whilst still undergoing debilitating, ongoing treatment. It's a journey you can share with me. I'm not there yet...

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