First of all, hello to all my new followers! Thank you so much for joining my little circle of readers. Normally, I write a lot about fantasy novels, creativity, and self-publishing matters, but today I’m just taking a little detour to make an unfortunate announcement. Aren’t you glad you signed up just in time?
Anyway. So, do you guys remember that time all the way back in August when I fell down the stairs? I hurt my wrist quite badly, though the doctor I saw at the time seemed to think it was all in my head. It’s been bothering me since then, to varying degrees, but I’ve been doing my best to ignore it. After all, doctors know what they’re talking about, right?
Fast forward almost exactly three months later, and guess what? I was right. There’s something really wrong with my wrist! Yay! No, wait…
This is one of those occasions where I’d like to be wrong, but a second opinion from a second orthopedist has confirmed what I diagnosed myself with several weeks ago. I’ve got trauma-induced De Quervain’s tenosynovitis, which is basically a very painful inflammation of some of the tendons and things that run along your thumb.
I won’t get into all my medical details, partly because you don’t really care, and partly because it’s unpleasant to type with the big, clunky, cast-like brace they gave me. I’m supposed to wear it all the time for the next three weeks, and then see how I feel. If it’s still very painful, there are a few more options I can pursue. But I’m hoping I won’t have to.
Sadly, the next three weeks include the second half of NaNoWriMo. While I hate the idea of quitting one of my favorite events of the year, I think it’s best if I take care of myself as best I can. I’m going to bow out of the rest of the month, and conserve my limited typing power for the nine-to-five stuff I actually get paid to do.
Even though I have been struggling mightily this month with the novel I started, and I’m not sure it really has the wherewithal to become something worthwhile, it’s upsetting to have to put things on hold for such an annoying and frustrating reason. I hate feeling crippled, and I hate being unable to pursue the things I want to do just because of happenstance and accidents.
This also means absolutely no archery for the foreseeable future, which might be even worse. Once again, circumstances stop me in my tracks, taking away so many of my few pleasures as time just drains helplessly away.
But if I don’t commit to resting the stupid limb now, I may be setting myself up for an even longer time-out in the future, should surgery become my only remaining option. So this is what has to be done, and I’m going to try to do it cheerfully. Or at least not miserably. Or at least not so miserably that I’m tweeting about it all the time.
So I’m sorry in advance if I’m a little grouchy over the next couple of weeks. We are turning over our house at the end of the month, both my mom and my dad are going to be moving to new places, and it’s getting cold and nasty up here already, which makes everything that much harder.
For those of you continuing on with your November adventures, I salute you. Write some great words for me, will ya? Let me know how it goes!