You should. And if you don’t, I will. Or at least, I’ll kiss my pharmacist. Bear with me, because we have more bitching about aging.
I’ve suffered from arthritis at the base of my thumbs for several years. Mildly annoying, but nothing horrible. Until the other night.
So, I’m laying in bed reading, with my chin propped in my right hand, when I apparently moved the wrong way and my hand became one flaming sheet of agony, centered at the base of my thumb. And it didn’t get any better. Even the most minute movement of my thumb was excruciatingly painful. I took some aspirin and wrapped my hand in a heating pad, and the pain subsided to a dull roar, enough for me to get some kind of sleep.
The next morning wasn’t any better, and since I’m between doctors (I have an appointment with a new one in September that will hopefully be smart enough not to patronize me) and had a ton of work to do, I went to the office and spent the morning typing with my left hand and sobbing softly while I tried to sign checks. Once that task was done, I started home because I was expecting guests and still had the beds upstairs to make (the bathroom wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be) and some other cleaning to do. As I was driving home, I thought, “You know, this is ridiculous – there has got to be something I can do without spending the afternoon at stat care.” So I stopped at the neighborhood Walgreens and made a beeline for the pharmacy, where I cried all over the pharmacist who looked all of 25 years old.
She told me her mother suffered from the exact same problem and that the doctor had given her a plastic splint that immobilized her thumb, which made her feel much better. She said, “We don’t have any hand splints here that will do that, but let’s get you an Ace bandage and see if that will help.” So she picked one out that didn’t need those little metal clips, instructed me on the best way to wrap it around my hand, plucked a bottle of Extra Strength Tylenol and a bottle of ibuprofen off the shelf and sent me on my merry way.
Once home, the first thing I did was tear open the package with the Ace bandage and carefully (and ineptly – I am right-handed) wrapped it around my hand the way the sweet little pharmacist instructed.
The relief was immediate and amazing. A little research on the internet explained what most likely happened – due to the lack of cartilage, I’d dislocated my thumb. Wrapping it in the Ace bandage must have popped it back in place, and several hours later I removed the bandage all together and the arthritis is just a mild annoyance once again.
I may not only kiss my pharmacist, but bake her some brownies to boot.
I’d like to take this opportunity to let you know that my good friend Twenty Four at Heart is having a contest to celebrate her 100th post. Leave a comment with a random fact about yourself and you could win a $50 American Express gift card. Even if you don’t win, just reading her excellent and hilarious blog is reward enough. Go. Visit. Now.
I’d also like to welcome Midlife Slices to my midlife blogroll. She lives in Texas so I’m incredibly envious of her; she’s somewhere around my age and also has a 13-year-old son entering 8th grade so I’m incredibly sympathetic towards her. She seems like good folks and I’m enjoying her blog immensely, so mosey on over and take a look-see yourself.