Hand-off

I’ve been dropping things lately. This is largely due to calcinosis in my thumbs that makes it harder to hold on. My dexterity waxes and wanes, depending on how a particular piece of calcium is working its way out through the skin, and currently some shards are on the move.

And so, Sunday night, when I tried to lift a large pot of cooked pasta over to the kitchen sink to strain out the water, you guessed it, the pot slipped and I splashed hot pasta water all over the kitchen floor. Thankfully, not the cooked pasta! And I managed to move out of the way so I didn’t get burned.

But I was really annoyed with myself. Al was home, fortunately, and calmly cleaned up all the water on the floor with old newspapers and towels, while I groused.

Finally I calmed down. And the meal turned out well.

I don’t usually get so frustrated with my hands. I try to take very good care of them and respect their limitations.

Which, of course, are my limitations. It’s a strange aspect of this disease, that my hands can look and feel so alien and disfunctional, but they remain a part of me. Even after four-plus decades living with scleroderma, I sometimes still find this surprising. I see my hands all the time, but there are moments when I’ll catch their reflection framed in a mirror and am shocked at how bizarre they look.

Then I remind myself that they are me, that regardless of how strange my hands appear, I’m still able to do as much as I do. And to be grateful for that. And to forgive myself for getting frustrated. It just is.

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