These strong hands....

These strong hands are not feminine or pretty. They are plump and scarred. Short fingers and nails. I look at these hands, the hands that have held my babies, the hands that have zipped their coats and stroked their hair. The hands that have made promises that everything will be ok.

This week I had an Ortho consult for carpel tunnel surgery. I've been dealing with this since I was 17 years old. I'm done.

My hands are frequently numb. Then at night, numb to the point of being painful. My hands prevent me from doing so many things that give me joy. I can no longer knit, I cannot even fathom learning a musical instrument.

So in February I will have a nerve study done! I am so excited to have someone take this condition seriously. Directly after that appointment we will try a steroid injection into my wrists to see if they get better. Then we can talk more seriously about surgery. Since the injections sometimes clear it up all together, they want to start there.

I am gleefully happy that I may have relief soon....and dying to finally learn how to play my guitar.