Continuous pain is a lonely place and the most lonesome place of all is in the wee small hours of the night. There is something about night that amplifies pain. The quietness, the empty house, the darkness all seem to fold and wrap the pain in endless layers. Such was my fate over the weekend.
It would appear that I have been very lucky and developed Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.
As a result, I am now wearing this rather fetching quasi- steampunk wrist brace. I would much rather it was in soft, well worn, brown, hand-stitched leather with brass buckles and rows of rivets and perhaps a gear or two or maybe rows of eyelets and with leather thonging.
But I'm stuck with this. At least it's my left hand and all the pain has now gone.
*sigh*. I forsee a long road unfolding