Finger Woes

I sat down to work as usual this morning, and after about a half hour, noticed that the tip of my right ring finger was half-numb and tingly.  It bothered me enough that I looked up numb finger on the internet, and I was assured that it was most likely carpal tunnel.

As lunchtime approached, I had thoughts about digging out my carpal tunnel wrist brace, but couldn’t help but notice that finger looked blue between the joints.  I don’t think my finger should be blue.  Carpal tunnel is about nerves; this looked to be about blood flow.

I had lunch and went out and fed goats, and the cold made my finger even number.  When I came in, whereas the rest of my fingers and me were rather red from the cold, this finger was white.

I went down and walked on my treadmill for a half hour.  This eliminated all symptoms.  But they gradually came back over the course of the afternoon.

I have been wearing a ring on this finger for over 20 years.  I obviously took it off at the first sign of trouble this morning; but it wasn’t at all tight.

I also have had this feeling in this fingertip before, now and then, briefly; but it was generally when out feeding goats in the cold; and coming inside was enough to make it go away.

In the past I’ve chalked it up to most likely damaging a blood vessel in my finger from carrying pails of water.  The pails that don’t have ergonomic handles, that are just a wire handle, can really dig into your fingers when the pails are full of water.  But I haven’t lifted a pail of water all week.

Still, I suppose I COULD have damaged something somehow without realizing it; and it’ll heal within a day or two.

I wish that it were easier to get medical opinions.  What if your health insurance provided you with a phone number and a pin number; and you could call the number, provide your pin, and you would be validated and your co-pay charged.  Then you could tell a doctor or nurse your long sad story, and they could give you their opinion.  And the whole thing would be about 20 minutes long.  Wouldn’t that be great?

Screen Porch-to-Be

018.jpgThat will be the new screen porch.

It rained for seven days in a row.  Today it’s cold but the sun is shining!

I have been broody.  Silly to brood on a negative narrative.  I get to make up any narrative I want.  I don’t owe anyone anything anymore – those days are over.

 

Nothing Much

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This was a couple of days ago.  The weather’s gotten even drabber since.

Today the team and I logged our 1,004th bug.  Having exceeded the thousand threshold, I am no longer able to pull the JIRA data to create my daily report to management.  I win a prize!

I think I might actually not work tonight.

Bag It

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I bagged up all of the mohair locks unsold from the Fair – first painstakingly going through each lock, removing debris, rejecting outright any really cruddy pieces.  I ended up with 13 4-ounce bags and sold them all outright to a new-ish local yarn shop.  I thought I was going to do consignment, but, this works too.  Go me!  This could be a serious business one day.

It was a little hard to part with.  Some of Janet’s is really soft and beautiful.

Book Corner

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Manage Your Day-to-Day: Build Your Routine, Find Your Focus, & Sharpen Your Creative Mind by sundry.

This was a really good airport read.  I was inspired to look up several of the contributors online and get samples of their full-length books sent to my Kindle.  I was also inspired to TOTALLY suppress e-mail notifications at work – not even the little envelope icon appears on my Outlook program anymore.  I’ll look at your e-mail when I’m good and ready.

Book Corner

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Mary B. “: an Untold Story of Pride & Prejudice” by Katherine J. Chen.

I kind of liked it; admittedly I don’t read much Jane Austen fiction, so I don’t know how it stacks up.  It wasn’t a great book; I wish Mary had been a more consistently drawn character, and that her nemeses were a little less blatantly mean to the point of silliness.  But I did want to keep reading to see what would happen, and I did end up liking her.