Photography: Garry Armstrong
Why aren’t I doing more drawings? Why, for that matter, am I not doing more writing? Well…
As a start, my right wrist and arm have shown a surprising degree of ingratitude toward my artistic side. They were putting up without too much complaint all the typing and photography, but when I loaded on a lot of drawing, it sniveled some. When I ignored it, it stopped whimpering and let out a bellow of complaint.
To be fair, it has reason to complain. I started playing piano when I was four, was writing — pencil in hand — by the time I was five and before I was ten, added touch-typing. Without giving up anything else. None of us thinks the things we do are going to hurt us. I’ve been lucky because a lot of people who’ve less with their hands and arms have needed surgery. This time, though, adding one more thing to the heap of things was one step over the line.
Right now, every time I pick up a pencil, I can feel my shoulder cramp. This isn’t arthritis. It’s repetitive motion. I’m lucky my wrists are in decent shape. We all have to make choices. In my case, easing off on using my right arm is smarter than pushing it until it gets worse.
Of the things I do, photography is the least crippling. There isn’t much keyboard work involved and balancing the cameras doesn’t seem to be a problem. Which is why I’m taking more pictures and not doing any drawing and very little typing.
Also (and finally), I’ve been going through a lot of issues with medication changes. My stomach doesn’t like it. Am I deathly ill? No, but my stomach has its own viewpoint.
Like it or not, I have to go with the flow. Ones body will get what it demands whether or not we agree.I’m hoping this doesn’t go on indefinitely. It has already been a couple of weeks and I’m restless. I am not sick. I don’t have a disease. What I have is a tummy that hates the new medications. Until it settles down, I’m not going to feel great and some days I feel really awful. It’s amazing how crappy you can feel without being actually sick. As for the arm? If I let it rest, it will get better all by itself. If I don’t let it rest, it will get bad enough to make doing anything impossible.
Been there, done that, and it would be really stupid to do the same thing again but expect different results.
Sometimes, reality bites. Ouch!