So last Friday, when I wasn’t blogging, because I’d been working on the bathroom all week when I wasn’t lying around vegetating after working on the bathroom all week, I slapped large quantities of thin-set cement on my bathroom floor and installed my pebble tile. Pebble tile, which is so interesting and beautiful, is, as it turns out, far more difficult to work with at every stage than plain old tile in regular quadrilaterals. There I was, fetching in my blue rubber gloves that went nearly to the elbow and an outfit that could only be described as fell-into-the-Goodwill-bin chic, when I noticed my left hand getting slightly tingly. I decided that my gloves were perhaps a bit too snug, but I wasn’t going to be at this more than a couple hours, and I could deal.
About an hour into it, however, the tingling became a buzzing, and I began to worry for my circulation, so I took the glove off and waited for the life to return to my hand. I waited, and waited and waited.
Here we are a week later, and I still have tingly fingers, despite 3 chiropractor visits (one the same day as this all went down) and 2 massage treatments, not to mention loads of ice. As far as I can tell, it was never the glove at all. It was having my hand at a 90° angle to my wrist and putting the bulk of my weight on it for an hour (a known no-no for me due to years of grocery checking that ruined my wrists) as I cemented with my right hand. 1 hour of bad ergonomics=1 week of weird tingling and loss of hand strength for the Kristie girl. Frankly, it’s getting a little scary. I have a vague sense that today’s effort at the chiropractor may yield better results than I’ve had thus far, but only time will tell. In the meantime, I’ve spent a lot of time dropping things, wearing pullover sports bras because I can’t manage the hook-and-eye closures of the regular ones, and not playing my guitar. It ain’t good.
On the plus side, my back is doing well. :p Irony: I lives it.