Somewhere between tempting the gods of Good Mouse Ergonomics, having the dog whip my wrist backward in a doorframe, and spending three days rooting around in the yard with a trowel, I managed to do a good number on my wrist. When it wasn’t getting any better after five days, I went to the doctor.
He gently prodded, pulled and twisted my hand and wrist, and gave it the label my aunt already had: tendonitis. Now encased in a black wrist brace, my hand is feeling much happier. My errant thumb, a cause of pain and consternation, is immobilized by a splint fashioned from a laid-open an aluminum finger cot secured to my thumb before I slide the wrist brace on over everything.
So far it is working well enough I don’t think I will need to go clear into Columbus to find a wrist brace which includes a thumb spica — something like this. I’d much rather have a neat all-in-one brace like those. With as much work (and play) I do on the computer, it would probably be a good idea to have such a brace handy.
It sounds like I am to keep my right hand pretty much immobile for 2 weeks. The doctor also prescribed Bextra, an anti-inflammatory (thank God our insurance paid all but $21 of the $76 cost of that 25-day supply!). He also suggests soaking my wrist in warm epsom salt water.
In the meantime, I’m being mindful to take care of my left hand and wrist. I can already tell the added use for everyday tasks is effecting it. I’m limiting my computer time since typing one-handed and using the mouse with my left hand kind of puts a damper on things, anyhow!