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
Saving My Hand 