//
you're reading...
The Old Lady in My Bones

Return of the Wrist Brace

I reached out and grabbed the metal lever to the door of my apartment building, twisting it downwards to release the latch; a searing pain tore through my left wrist. I recoiled, as if the door handle had stung me. The pain lasted a few minutes than waned. I shrugged it off, continued on, making my way to the bus stop. I didn’t think of it again until I reached out to grab a pole on the bus and the pain returned, trekking up my arm. It stayed with me for the rest of the day. I was not able to bend my wrist upwards or grasp a pen; lifting a mug was almost impossible; I didn’t realize how often I leaned on my hand when getting up off the couch or standing up from a chair – the sharp pain accompanied any pressure placed on my hand.

Upon returning home, I retrieved the wrist brace I bought in the early stages of RA, before I knew my diagnosis, when the first pains appeared like an innocent sprain or tennis elbow, perhaps from too much computer work. I lifted its black woven body from my dressing table, watching flakes of accumulated dust drift into the air. I cleaned it off and wrapped it over my left wrist, slipping my thumb through the support. The brace prevented any upward or downward movement, securing my hand and reducing the cause of any more pain.

The wrist brace accompanied me to work and social visits for several days. Its strong fabric assisted me in picking up mugs and gripping pens; being left-handed, it was difficult to write and I hoped my wrist would return to its normal function soon. The idea of attempting to write with my other hand was not appealing. I popped pain killers to dull the searing pain triggered from any type of movement.

I was able to release my wrist from the stranglehold of the brace in a week – but I was extra cautious using my left hand against any resistance. The old lady had made her presence known, reminding me how fragile my joints had become under the weight of her grasp and I was not about to antagonize her again.

About J.G. Chayko

I am a writer living on the beautiful West Coast in Vancouver B.C. I am a poet at heart but also write prose, fiction and creative non-fiction. In my thirties, while working for a Rheumatology clinic, I was diagnosed with early Rheumatoid Arthritis. I created " The Old Lady In My Bones" to share my experience living with this disease and to create an awareness that arthritis touches people of all ages, not just the elderly.

Discussion

8 thoughts on “Return of the Wrist Brace

  1. I winced for you several times, J, as you described the way the old lady treated your wrist. Oh, that hurts! I’ve got a wrist brace packed away in a dresser drawer, too, but fortunately haven’t needed to wear it for quite a long time. I’m glad the wrist-flare eased off–and I hope it won’t be back anytime soon. Sending a hug your way… 🙂

    Posted by Wren | November 17, 2013, 11:08 pm
  2. Thanks Wren, so far, it hasn’t returned to that extent. There is some wrist pain now and then, but the wrist brace hasn’t been needed…but it’s not too far away, just in case 😉

    Posted by J.G. Chayko | November 18, 2013, 8:05 am
  3. Oh, how I know about that wrist brace. I have two, right and left, thankfully they have stayed in the drawer for a very long time, knock on wood. I’m so glad this resolved fairly quickly, but it’s true the old lady lies in wait. May she stay far away.

    Posted by Irma | November 18, 2013, 1:11 pm
  4. I slept in one for a while. I figured out there was a correlation between curling my wrist when asleep and terrible morning pain.

    Posted by lovingmissliz7304 | November 20, 2013, 9:18 pm
  5. Hey J.G.
    I have started up the Tai Chi again after several years hiatus and it seems to be helping, I remember it said that that you could put chi out there so someone else could receive it. Sending some your way. Hang in there.
    Phil
    Syracuse NY

    Posted by Phil Frame | November 22, 2013, 2:17 pm

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: