Forgetful Fingers With Psoriatic Arthritis
Is it just me? Surely it cannot be just me, whose fingers seem to forget how to work properly when flare season arrives. My agile limbs suddenly seem slower and heavier.
Getting my body going in the morning feels like a slow process of patience (which I do not always have) and a routine of wiggle this and waggle that. All of this just before I get out of my bed.
Psoriatic arthritis & finger pain
During the day most of it subsides to a manageable level. That is all of it, seemingly except my hands, they seem to not warm up as well as the rest of my body with some movement.
This creates a huge annoyance for me, fingers you see are vital for me to just about everything. Especially my coffee.
The pain of losing my favorite cups
So many of my favorite teacups and coffee mugs have succumbed to forgetful fingers. I am by definition not a materialistic person, things, for the most part, are just things.
However, for some reason, I connect an emotional attachment to my favorite mugs. I chose them carefully and they are often gifts denoting foxes (my favorite animal) or hold photos of loved ones.
They regularly survive the summer and then as autumn approaches and my fingers get a little less user friendly. Warm cups of coffee and chai tea are sent cascading to the floor in a dramatic smash across the kitchen tiles. This always seems somewhat reminiscent of a Greek party. Just without all the music and laughter.
The chai tea sends scents of clove and spices through my house which if you close your eye reminds you of spice markets. And so as leaves falling from trees, my coffee cups seem to find themselves in the same routine.
The reality of forgetful fingers
The fact is that my hands just seem to forget what they were doing and that they were actually holding a cup. I have spoken to my doctor and we have tried numerous things. As it only comes and goes with flare season, we have figured this has to play a part.
I suck it up for most of the season and eagerly await summer and easier days. This by no means is indicative of me doing this gracefully. I find it a deeply aggravating part of my reality and one that I struggle to come to grips with so to speak.
Serious of unfortunate events
I try hard to keep my calm and just breathe deeply, count to twenty (ten no longer helps), and then clean up the mess and carry on. However, it is important to note that when these incidents occur in short succession and one of them happens to be a favorite.
It is possible that I may not be so cordial about the whole thing. To be quite frank, some days I just sit on the floor in the mess and sob before I clean it up.
Managing the psoriatic pain
I am yet to find a way to not get annoyed when my knitting falls out my hand, the needle going one way, and all the perfect little stitches the other. Leaving the scarf feeling more like torture than a hobby which I so enjoy.
Do you know how to manage this? please share your secrets with me.
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