I’ve had a very busy day today. I’ve written quite a lot, especially considering that I have two fractured wrist right now. Much of what I’ve written has been with my right hand which, until three weeks ago, had scarcely written the alphabet more than a handful of times in my life. Still more has been written using voice — dictation on my phone, an interesting adventure in providing data to the big machine if there ever was one.
I’ve been writing and writing today, because in a few short hours I have to go to the hospital and I have to talk to a series of doctors and nurses and other medical staff about having a plate and some screws wedged into my left wrist, in order to make it heal correctly after my accident. The injury is purported to be what the doctors called a scapholunate dissociation. That’s when the bones in your wrist and the tendons in your wrist and the ligaments in your wrist are all out of whack and some of the bones have drifted too far apart to move correctly. But, over the course of my treatment I’ve been told by different doctors that this problem is occurring first in my right wrist, and then later that it was probably in my left wrist, not my right wrist. And so I’ve reverted to the folk wisdom which has seen me through previous injuries: I laid on the floor in my living room and done yoga.
Now, I won’t claim that the yoga I’m doing is anything approaching correct by anything approaching a tradition. But it has helped me to become more aware of my body and it’s sensations, and that knowledge is invaluable when attempting to change function in part of your body, especially due to an injury.
As a result, I feel more intimately connected with my arms my wrists, my hands than ever have.i’ve been having trouble sleeping because of how anxious this whole thing makes me, but at the same time I’ve been using my left hand all night and it feels good and strong and confident.
No matter the result of the surgery, this injury has been extremely instructive. I have learned a lot about how people very different for me live, and what that supposed to mean to me.