hand some — news about the pawPosted: September 6, 2012
The oddest thing about having a broken dominant hand is how terrible it feels to brush your teeth with your opposite one. Can’t write a lick ( oh well ), can’t cook, pick up more than 1 pound, eh. But that brushing teeth….
The pins pull out quite easily if you aren’t squeamish. The doctor takes out a pair of sterile needle nose pliers and yanks away. It doesn’t hurt, most nerves are clustered around the skin, but at the very end it makes a suction schllllpppp which was pretty gross.
And there it was, swollen, discolored big chunks of dry skin. I thought this is the hand of the ancient, the infirm and began to rub around my palm, loosening large swaths of old dead skin. It hit me, how like our lives this is. Rigid and unmoving, crusted with the past are the footsteps of death. How much better to be supple, to renew, to find joy in refreshing thought and word and deed.
And so I reclaim my hand, one more month mostly splinted but bit by bit I embrace the joy of motion as splint on I pedal gently about the park.