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Dec 18, 2007 Categorized: Musings •
I’m waiting for my coffee to brew. It’s after 3:00pm and time for my afternoon coffee break. But just like usual, I’m so exhausted that if I sit down in the armchair, I may not get back up to pour my coffee. So I’m taking my own advice from a blog I once thought up but never wrote, to blog when I’m tired.
See, I never have time when I’m energetic to sit down and write useless stories about my life. Then I’m too busy accomplishing things. It’s only when I don’t feel like doing anything else that I can justify plopping down at the computer desk for a bit of verbal meandering. And it just so happens that those are the times I produce my best writing samples. Although, today, I don’t think there’s too much spectacular about the nonsense I’m spurting out.
I’d like to write about something on my writing to do list, but I plumb don’t feel like it. I guess I could mention my nerve issues and get that one crossed off the list. I’m sure by all the things that I squeeze into a day, you’re probably thinking I have a mental problem. But seriously, it is really a problem with my nervous system. My hands have been getting weaker for a couple of years, and just lately I’ve had enough symptoms to complain to the doctor about.
I don’t remember having any difficulties with this when Will was little, but when Hunter was born, I could not open her baby food jars in the mornings. My hands are too weak first thing in the morning to do much of anything. And as much as I love my creamer, if I have to open a new bottle of Coffeemate first thing in the morning, I’d nearly choose to drink my coffee black. Which is pretty serious. 
But here lately, I’ve been tossing and turning all night long trying to get my arms situated, and I finally realized that they go to sleep every time I lie down. From my fingers to my shoulders, my arms get numb and tingly. But it’s not like when the circulation cuts off--they never feel prickly when they wake back up. It just gradually gets better once I’m awake. And I’m even feeling quite a bit of numbness during the day time. Like right now.
So I’m having a nerve conduction study on the 31st. That’s when they stick needles in several major points in the arm nerves and shock you to see what happens. Yippee. But gosh. After having a foot-long needle punched into Hunter’s amniotic sac and held there for several minutes during pregnancy month seven, what’s a few pins and needles in the arms?
I know next year brings the big 3-0, but I’m really not feeling old enough to have something like nerve impingement or carpal tunnel, or neck problems. I don’t feel mature enough to enter my thirties either. I certainly feel worn out enough and maybe flabby enough, but definitely not mature enough. I guess age really does hit you when you’re not looking. But one thing I do know--I’d rather feel too young to be my age than too old! And I’m so, so blessed to be alive and well and surrounded by my precious little family. God has been so good to me.
And the coffee’s ready…
Hollabacks
You better make sure to tell us what the doctor says, it definitely sounds concerning.
It’s funny that you are mentioning the age thing because I was just thinking the same thing the other day. It will seem weird to turn 30 to me. Even though most people assume that I am in my thirties when I have all of my children with me, but I don’t feel like I should be 30. When my children aren’t with me I often get mistaken for a college aged person, so hopefully that will work to my benefit when I’m 40...maybe I’ll only look 30 then!!!
Posted by Michelle Tapp on 12/19 at 10:09 AM