A bit more than "ouch." I have had a touch of arthritis in my left thumb for years; it's painful at times, but I can live with it.
It was acting up yesterday, but I was mostly ignoring it. Holding on to things with that hand requires more attention -- that thumb will slack off if ignored -- but no big deal, right?
I was inveigling a long piece of what's essentially inch-and-a-half copper pipe out of a jackstraw tangle of similar and larger pieces, part of a now-obsolete assembly hanging from the eleven-foot-high ceiling up at the North Campus. It's tricky work that really should have two people to do it. One person with a couple of stepladders can manage, if they take things very slowly and plan every step.
On one of those steps, my thumb began to twinge, badly. Wasn't anything I could do about it, so I held on harder and kept working until the section of pipe was safely on the floor.
And as I did, my left wrist started to hurt, a long, nasty line of pain from my thumb back into that side of my wrist. So I worked one-handed until I had loose items secured, and found quieter tasks to finish the day -- it was about time to knock off the higher-risk jobs anyway.
The drive home wasn't fun; after decades of cars with manual transmissions, I routinely steer left-handed. I kept reverting to that, getting zapped and putting my right hand back on the wheel. Making dinner wasn't a lot of fun and left me crabby from the git-go.
At bedtime, I dosed up on acetaminophen and aspirin, put on the wrist braces I'm supposed to sleep in, and headed off to dreamland. My wrist seemed better this morning.
At first, that is. The relief didn't last. Blamed thing hurts worse than ever now. even after more OTC painkillers. Dammit.
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