Although it has often been said that you do not miss something until it is gone, I did not fully understand the truth behind the statement until I lost the use of my right hand for a month. Carpal tunnel syndrome is something of an occupational hazard among writers. When I noticed numbness and weakness in my hand, I began to worry. When holding a pen became excruciating, I panicked.
“This will keep your fingers from moving,” the doctor said as she fitted a strapped contraption onto my right hand. “Don’t use this hand for three weeks,” she added, pressing the last strap in place. “Then, we will see.”
“May I take it off to sleep?” I asked; visions of insomnia loomed before me.
“Only for bathing,” she answered.
“But I’m a writer,” I moaned.
“Just use the other hand,” she said crisply.
It wasn’t until December that evening that the full enormity of this dilemma hit me. Bob and I had been discussing the impending arrival of our second grandchild when I suddenly remembered my promise to help after…