Injury Update: Trigger Finger(s)
There’s nothing like a medical condition that makes you feel old while at the same time emasculating you. Because it’s most common in women over 40. Anyway.
- Basically the tendons are swollen, such that if my left ring finger or right pinky is curled up, the middle knuckle “catches” when trying to extend the finger out straight.
- It’s like that when I first wake up, but as things warm up during the day, the fingers act normal.
- It started coming on back when I was doing the floor. Apparently it’s a bad thing when, after finishing sanding, your hands feel like they’re full of springs.
- Working with my hands every day since then apparently exacerbated the situation, until maybe three weeks ago when the “catching” started.
- It doesn’t hurt (all my fingers have been a little stiff and sore since mid-May), it’s just disconcerting and likely to progressively worsen without measures being taken.
- Recommended course of action is to (a) stop doing things that require me to grab stuff, especially power tools that oscillate or vibrate; (b) splint the affected fingers, especially at night; and (c) maybe pop some “anti-inflammatories” (ibuprofen). Should heal itself in four to six weeks.
- If that doesn’t work, then I can go in and get some cortisone injections. I’ll feel like a professional athlete! Like an old, emasculated professional athlete.
Not sure whether this means I just stop doing anything with the house or what. It’s going to be hard to be here without trying to do stuff, since:
- All that’s left to do in the kitchen is install the cabinets (and sink and dishwasher and disposal).
- The den is looking good, but needs bookshelves that I’d need to build.
- I ordered five sets of slat blinds that should arrive next week some time; it might be hard to avoid hanging them once they get here.
- Now that the master bedroom is basically ready to go, it’d be cool to put a door on the room — but the door needs to be painted and hung, which require grabbing and tool-use.
- With the kitchen floor done, I can start moving stuff from the basement into the living room, but carrying all that stuff might be proscribed.
- The upstairs bathroom is still a no-mans land and it sucks having to go downstairs to use the toilet.
- Plus the whole rest of the house and all.
Guess I should’ve gone to Oregon for the family reunion. It’s amazing how pretty much everything I sort of am interested in doing requires me to grab stuff. I’m not sure I should even consider hiking in WVa, since all the interesting hikes there have river crossings and I’d be mad trying to do them without poles. Also unsure about fishing, since it’d require me to have my hands in curled-up positions.
Instead I’m heading to Southern Virginia — it’s cheaper than Oregon on short notice and most of what there is to do there is passive (read: a lot of looking). It’ll keep me off my hands for a few days and then when I get back I can maybe re-evaluate. Also, in case you were wondering, it doesn’t make sense to visit a doctor until September when I have real insurance and not the kind with the $5,000 deductible.
I dunno. Maybe this is the blown transmission of the house renovation months. I swear I’m not just trying to find excuses to avoid painting doors.