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In high school, I once went on a ski trip and sprained my wrist. (As can happen when you put your hand down to break your fall. Bad instinct, of course; I should have huddled up and taken it on the shoulder, but tell that to 25-years-ago me.) I aggravated that injury at least once more, maybe twice. The one I'm sure I remember is when I was a passenger in a car accident and held onto the door handle as the car stopped way faster than I did - I got an airbag burn on my nose and wrenched the wrist that had previously been sprained. So sometimes that wrist aches quite a bit more than other times. I'm sure there's some carpal tunnel nonsense happening in there as well, between the typing and the knitting. And it's probably strained from time to time by lifting and toting a growing kid (probably not yet 30lb, but closing in).
So I have a brace that I wear sometimes. It's super inconvenient because with it on I can still more or less move my hand in a direction I'd call pitch (bending the wrist forward and back along the creases under the heel of my hand; not really, but enough to use my fingers) and it doesn't at all impede roll (because that happens more at the elbow) but it really restricts yaw, the side-to-side hand motion that Donna Moss told the Ukrainians was called "ulnar deviation," which is what it's meant to do but makes it really hard to do things like, well, type or knit or lift and tote a growing kid. :-/
Anyway I put the thing on Sunday afternoon and the prince could not deal with it. He was having a kind of fragile-mood day anyway, and he was also upset about other things, but the fact that I had a brace on my wrist was unacceptable to him. I mean sobbing. "No boo-boo! No boo-boo!" Explaining to him that the brace wasn't a boo-boo got me precisely nowhere. I finally took the damn thing off and for now I'll use it when he's asleep or elsewhere, because the degree to which my wrist is bothering me is not so severe that I need to put myself through his upset at my having it on.
Then yesterday I got a slight cut on my finger. I don't know if it's a paper cut or if I bumped into the knife when I was slicing his fruit or if he himself bit me when I was checking if his molars are coming in - anything is possible. But the cut is right on the outside edge of the index finger on my right hand, which is a spot that's totally easy to bump into and irritate, so I've got a band-aid on it, and my boy is Not Pleased. He wasn't as upset about the band-aid as he was about the wrist brace, but he sure didn't like it, and telling him that it's making mommy's boo-boo better may only have helped for a moment.
So I've just bought some liquid bandage, which I'll try out to see if it protects this nick enough that I can avoid having a bandage on it - all in the name of making my kid less unhappy.
So I have a brace that I wear sometimes. It's super inconvenient because with it on I can still more or less move my hand in a direction I'd call pitch (bending the wrist forward and back along the creases under the heel of my hand; not really, but enough to use my fingers) and it doesn't at all impede roll (because that happens more at the elbow) but it really restricts yaw, the side-to-side hand motion that Donna Moss told the Ukrainians was called "ulnar deviation," which is what it's meant to do but makes it really hard to do things like, well, type or knit or lift and tote a growing kid. :-/
Anyway I put the thing on Sunday afternoon and the prince could not deal with it. He was having a kind of fragile-mood day anyway, and he was also upset about other things, but the fact that I had a brace on my wrist was unacceptable to him. I mean sobbing. "No boo-boo! No boo-boo!" Explaining to him that the brace wasn't a boo-boo got me precisely nowhere. I finally took the damn thing off and for now I'll use it when he's asleep or elsewhere, because the degree to which my wrist is bothering me is not so severe that I need to put myself through his upset at my having it on.
Then yesterday I got a slight cut on my finger. I don't know if it's a paper cut or if I bumped into the knife when I was slicing his fruit or if he himself bit me when I was checking if his molars are coming in - anything is possible. But the cut is right on the outside edge of the index finger on my right hand, which is a spot that's totally easy to bump into and irritate, so I've got a band-aid on it, and my boy is Not Pleased. He wasn't as upset about the band-aid as he was about the wrist brace, but he sure didn't like it, and telling him that it's making mommy's boo-boo better may only have helped for a moment.
So I've just bought some liquid bandage, which I'll try out to see if it protects this nick enough that I can avoid having a bandage on it - all in the name of making my kid less unhappy.
