Thursday, July 31, 2014

Me and Baseball

So, the Brewers won yesterday, which was a happy thing for me. They have been in first place in the National League since the beginning of the season, except for a very brief time mid-season when they were tied for first.
70951358I love football. I am a die-hard Green Bay Packers fan. Before this year I probably had never watched a professional baseball game all the way through. More likely, I hadn’t even watched a complete inning. But blessings come in lots of different forms, and when our family was going through the worst of what we are facing, we would sit and watch the Brewer game every evening because my younger son, Sam, is a fan and it was calming for him.
Sometimes in life, you stumble upon something that becomes a new love or passion. This is what happened with me and baseball. I think I was never very interested because when I used to play softball when I was younger, I never had a clear idea of where the ball should Bob Ueckerbe thrown to, say if you were playing in the outfield. Like quick decision double plays, etc. But because our family was nearly imprisoned by the situation we found ourselves in earlier this year, baseball became a friendly source of comfort each day, kind of like an anchor. When does the Brewer game start tonight? or The game is almost on. And the more I watched, the more I liked it. I loved learning something new, becoming a student of the game, getting to know the players, finding satisfaction in eyeballing strikes and balls, seeing my first real-time grand slam. I love our team, love that Bob Uecker, Mr. Baseball, the best play-by-play announcer there will ever be, is our very own. I love the organ music at the ball park drumming up the tension, the crack of the bat, the atmosphere, the sausage races, just everything. It truly is America’s game, our national pastime, and my love affair with it couldn’t have come at a better time.
mlb-sausage-raceBefore I finish, I’m happy to say my hand is mending nicely now. When two weeks had come and gone, I started wondering if I would ever see improvement, but now I am able to do a little more each day. Though the actual wound is still very tender, it’s that little finger and the joint beneath it that is causing the most trouble, like a very bad sprain. The nerve pain comes and goes, but has lessened greatly, and I’m thankful to be feeling a lot better.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Pins and Needles

It’s so much easier—for me—to blog when the thoughts are already there and just tumble out effortlessly. Not to mention less time-consuming when my attention is needed elsewhere so much of the time. When I have to strain to even figure out what to say, I just keep thinking tomorrow, hopefully they will come easier tomorrow. I know a lot of it is my state of mind, and perhaps doing memes would help, but I have to be honest—I’m not there.  It would produce a post, but the stuff of memes and blogging is just.… my life right now (hand aside) is not anywhere near normal. You know how people go through stages of grief? Well, I am in stages of something, coping maybe, learning to accept a new normal, but often enduring the mental strain of being a caregiver. And now, when I am still typing mostly one-handed, it just makes my brain hurt.

When I wrote life’s little interruptions last week, I really expected to turn a corner and be very much better soon, but it actually got harder, more tedious. I was so not expecting the nerve pain. Though I am sure it is a sign of healing, what a pain! It’s worse when finger movement brings it on, with breath-sucking fire-hot sensations and lingering soreness, but then there are the countless little needle-like stabs. The constancy of it these past many days has made me really look forward to when I can just use my hand regularly again. I do see improvement in my little finger though. It still feels dead when it isn’t being stabbed by needles, but some feeling is returning along the back of it. Jacob took my stitches out yesterday, so that is a nice change. As always, I so appreciate your prayers for my family. Red heart

Friday, July 18, 2014

Those Little Life Interruptions

handCrazy how life is. I had finally come to the point where I was trying to see my way to blogging. At least an I’m still living post. But then almost a week ago I cut my hand. I was carrying two tall glasses and must have tripped over the dishwasher door. UGH. Glass shattered on the tile floor, and I fell hard. Besides the shock and the dripping blood, the first thing I noticed was that my little finger was numb. Jack had to pick me up out of a sea of glass and off we went to the ER. The cut was pretty deep, and I was glad when the whole thing was wrapped up. One consolation, as a writer, now I can knowledgeably write about cuts and stitches.

So, it has been a week of managing everything with my left hand. The worst, trying to brush my teeth. Smile with tongue out  One thing you could never call me is ambidextrous. I expect a few more days to bring even more improvement and mobility with lessening soreness, but my little finger is a mess. I suspect it will take quite some time for those nerves to mend. I anticipate essential oils will help quite a lot with that though. As typing is still pretty tedious and causes discomfort, I won’t write any more now, but I will try to blog soon. I have quite a lot to say if I can ever figure out how I want to say it.