Saturday, June 11, 2011

Southpaw For A Day

Imagine being unable to use your primary hand. Just for a day. For most, that's an impossible task; for a very limited few, no challenge at all. For me, it's an inconvenience. I can use my left and right hands, not quite equally, but functionally; the same goes for my feet.

Joint pain is no surprise for me, and I'm used to working with it and around it. This week though, I sprained my right thumb, and with all the rain, my left wrist is acting up something terribly.

I spend my days in front of a computer, and never before am I so glad that I taught myself to mouse lefty early on, both with a left- and a right- oriented mouse.

Ten-key is more difficult, but I can do it. I just have to work more slowly. Being patient with myself is the hardest part, especially with supervisors hounding me to do more, work faster. It's all that abuse from earlier this week. They don't understand or see how much I already push myself, how much pain I endure and force myself to endure just to keep myself at a functional level.

I don't remember where I read or heard it, but I recall someone saying, "The person who bears pain quietly feels more than the person who grumbles and complains."

I probably butchered paraphrasing that, but the meaning remains the same. I still go to work, and while I see others leaving early for their maladies, I stay, work my shift as it was scheduled.

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