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.