by Sarish » Tue Oct 31, 2017 8:24 am
Why am I on this thread? I don't really know. But I can't talk to my family and I don't want to bother anyone so I think I'll put this here instead.
I've been having issues with both of my hands for a while and it's starting to freak me out. It's so disgustingly irrational, but I get stressed about everything so it's not surprising. I've had pain in my fingers (ESPECIALLY my thumbs) for a long time (a few years). It's always been just a lingering ache that maybe follows me through the day and is gone when I wake up the next morning. Well, recently the ache had turned into pain that is in mostly all of my fingers and makes my wrists shaky. Occasionally one or more of my fingers will go numb, like they've fallen asleep. My handwriting is so sloppy and light and I can't write as quickly anymore, which is a big issue when I have to write timed essays.
I think the worst thing about this pain is that it's really keeping me from the things I love. I play a few instruments, but I practice/perform the violin and upright bass daily. And it's just... So discouraging when I can't hold my bows properly, or when I can't press the strings down far enough to create a proper note. I've dropped my bass bow so many times in the middle of a song and it stresses me out so much. My conductor gives me funny looks but she doesn't comment. I haven't told her anything yet because I want to give her a name to whatever this is, though I have made mention of finger pain in the past, so she is aware in the very least. I can't hold books because of my thumbs, I drop my phone because I can't hold it properly, and I have to wear these old wrist braces so that my wrists don't shake. I just get so worried... Music is a huge part of my life. To be specific, I'm mainly an Irish fiddler and jazz bassist. You very much need to have quick, strong, nimble fingers because most of the songs for both genres are quick. Slow jazz baselines are just as bad because I can't keep the string pressed down long enough to let the notes ring out. When I'm depressed I turn to my instruments and now I can't even do that unless I want to play through everything and potentially make myself feel worse by fumbling through songs I could once rocket through with no trouble.
My parents are very much of the "if you're not dying, you're fine" mindset. They finally agreed to take me to get blood drawn to see if that could tell us anything. I think I know what's wrong, though it might be a combination of more than one thing at this point. My heart problems are connected to this one disease that also causes aches pretty much everywhere, so it's probably partially that. I know I'm overthinking things, but the blood work is taking so long to come back and all I can do it sit here worrying and waiting.
My fingers and wrists hurt and shake and yet here I am writing all of this out. I should be responding to my wonderful role-playing partner who does not deserve to wait for my subpar posts. What am I doing here? I could have answered them instead of writing this out. It would have saved me some strength. They should not have to wait for me to get my self-centered butt into working order. And I can't ask them for time away from the rp. Gosh, even the thought is so terrifying to me. I would be so depressed if I didn't have their wonderful posts to read and respond to. And yet here I am.
I just worry that whatever is wrong with my hands will be permanent. I just worry that I will lose the only thing I'm half-decent at; music. Jazz is my life, and I adore belting out incredibly fast fiddle tunes with my seisiún members. I have a slowly growing collection of music boxes. I absolutely adore music boxes. I worry that maybe I won't be able to turn their winding keys or that I'll drop the more fragile pieces of my collection. I listen to them all at least twice a day but I've forced myself to only pick the two sturdier ones up once a day. I worry that that my roleplay posts will suffer even more than they already are because I have to tip-tap something out quickly because I'm so tired of the pain. Gosh, I just hate it. I hate the looks some of my peers give me when they ask what's wrong and the only thing I can honestly respond with it "I don't know yet." The looks tell me that they think I'm just seeking attention. Good lord. I'd rather sink into the earth and never reemerge. I'm so shy.
I don't want my roleplay partner to have to wait on me. They are so amazingly wonderful and I have no idea how to repay them. I don't think they understand how much they are doing for me just by responding. I can't trade my music, I can't draw, and I have no money. Gosh. After all of this my fingers are screaming at me for being an idiot. A ridiculous idiot. I'm just tired and stressed and I want to be able to hold things properly. I want to be able to play my instruments. I wanted to try to save up for an erhu this holiday season, and now I'm scared to even work to that goal in the case that I get bad news from the doctors or something. I'm just overreacting. Gosh. I think I'll rest for a while and then finally reply to my extraordinary rp parter. They shouldn't have to wait on me. Gosh, I'm so self-centered, I hate it.
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Sarish on Tue Oct 31, 2017 8:36 am, edited 1 time in total.
Why hello there.
I'm absolute trash and that's basically all you need to know about me.