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Rhapsody in Teal

Evelyn Herwitz · August 8, 2023 · 8 Comments

I haven’t sewn a garment for myself in quite a while, not since December 2021, to be precise. That project was an alpaca wool jacket, which came out fine, but I haven’t worn it too often because the fabric is a bit itchy. Oh, well. One of the challenges of making your own clothes is learning to pick the right fabric for the right project.

I have a lot of fabric in my stash, accumulated over decades. This is a common challenge for people who enjoy sewing—inspiration and purchase, followed by lack of time, energy, or whatever excuse to actually sew the garment. Call me guilty, as charged. But recently, I decided that if I wasn’t going to sew something or make use of all those fabric scraps from prior projects, I should at least find a way to responsibly recycle them.

Turns out our composting service will recycle textiles for a minimal fee. So I dug through my fabric stash to see what to eliminate. Not easy. I have a lot of nice textiles. Still, it was time to be realistic. After filling a bag for recycling with scraps that I will never use, I examined several yards of beautiful teal rayon. I must have purchased it not long after Al and I married, so it’s nearly 40 years old. But still in excellent condition.

Then I dug through old patterns, many of which I will never sew because I no longer like the styles, and bagged a bunch to recycle. But I found one, a simple caftan, that held promise for that gorgeous fabric.

Rayon is a tricky fiber. It drapes beautifully, but ravels easily and is slippery to sew. With two thumbs in bandages at present and limited dexterity, I knew it would be a challenge. That’s probably why I’ve avoided it all these years.

I read up on sewing techniques for rayon and set to. First I zigzagged the ends to prevent raveling, washed the rayon on delicate to pre-shrink, then air-dried it and pressed it on low (no steam). After testing the pattern with left-over muslin for the front and gingham for the back (more leftovers), I made some adjustments. Then I went to the fabric store and bought a better rotary blade cutter than my old ones, which I could no longer hold properly, some rayon thread, and some extra sharp needles for my sewing machine (recommended for rayon).

The rotary cutter was worth it, because I was able to cut out the pattern quickly and neatly, without hurting my hand. Theoretically, you’re not supposed to use pins other than those intended for silk, or they’ll leave permanent holes in rayon. I tried mini binder clips to hold the seams when I stitched, but they were too clunky and hard to open and place properly. Turns out, fortunately, that this fabric was fine with pins.

I took my time. I experimented with seam binding, but that didn’t work. I couldn’t serge the seams, because the serger destroyed the delicate fabric. So I stitched the seams on my trusty old Huskvarna, trimming them and zig-zagging the edges. For the neckline binding, I had enough fabric to cut bias strips, found some stretchy iron-0n interfacing in my stash, and made custom bias tape, which worked great.

Finishing the sleeves and hem was the hardest part of the project, because the pattern called for pressing under a quarter-inch of the edge, then folding it again and stitching down. Like I said, the fabric is slippery and I don’t have the ability to nudge a narrow, raw edge with my fingertips, which no longer exist. Stitching a quarter inch from the fabric’s raw edge gave me a guide for the first fold, which I pressed. Then I made the second fold, pinned and lightly pressed. But the big aha was realizing I could top-stitch the hem from the wrong side, thus easily controlling the narrow folded edge, and no-one would know the difference.

The finished dress earned a “Wow!” from Al, the desired response. I’m really pleased with it. It’s cool and comfy and fun to wear. All these years later, I finally found the right project for that beautiful teal rayon. I can still sew. And there is so much left in my stash. . . .

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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Filed Under: Body, Mind, Sight, Touch Tagged With: body-mind balance, finger ulcers, hands, managing chronic disease, resilience

Up in the Air

Evelyn Herwitz · May 30, 2023 · 2 Comments

I’m traveling again on my own, sitting at Logan airport, waiting to board my flight to Philadelphia. So far, so good, but as much as I try to anticipate how to make the journey easier on my hands, there are always surprises.

One thing I did right: I knew the flight was full, and my seat is in the back. Chances of getting overhead storage for my carry-on was slim. So I volunteered to check my bag when the inevitable announcement came. Saved $30 and spared my hands and back. There’s an Apple Air Tag in my bag, in case it gets lost in transit.

One thing I should have realized in advance: Getting though the entrance to security requires showing your ID, which I had ready, but my driver’s license is in a wallet with a window. Nope, needs to be handed to the security staff, because they run it through a card reader. I fumbled and fumbled to remove it. Fortunately, no impatient person was in the very short line behind me. But I needed the TSA guy to take it out for me, just couldn’t do it myself. Ugh.

Something I wish I could manage better: Lifting my luggage into the TSA bins, taking out my computer, taking off shoes, et al is always the hardest part of air travel for me. (“Do you happen to be 75 or older?” asked the TSA guy politely, regarding the shoes. Apparently when you reach that magic age, you are no longer suspect for having dangerous items concealed in your footware. “No,” I asserted. He apologized for asking. Ugh.) At least security wasn’t crowded, so I didn’t feel as rushed as usual.

Another thing I did right, sort of: With a lot of time to kill, I got a bagel and cream cheese and some tea at a Starbucks in the terminal. Of course, this meant that I had to spread the cream cheese myself. It came in a foil packet with a nick at one end and directions to “tear here.” Unless you have strong fingertips, these things never work. I had packed a pair of manicure scissors for just such a challenge. But I put them in my backpack, instead of my purse. So, lots of digging around before I could pull them out and use them. Next time, I need to remember that I can put them in my purse—no issue with tiny scissors going through the TSA scan (especially since it raised no issue when my backpack passed inspection—duh).

A useful trick that I learned from my trip to Germany: To protect my thumbs, which are always bandaged because of ulcers that never heal, I wrap the bandages with a second layer using Coban. This is an elastic fabric that comes in rolls and sticks to itself. One of my medical team recommended it as a way to cushion my thumbs and protect them more. It works pretty well, and serves also as a second layer to keep my bandages from getting dirty from travel.

A necessary precaution: I’m wearing a mask in the airport and on the flight. Enough coughs and sneezes in the vicinity, and I don’t want to get sick or make others sick when I arrive.

I wish flying were simpler and enjoyable. It isn’t.

Even still, I am always amazed that a huge steel tube with wings, filled with tons of people and luggage, can rise into the air and carry us to distant places. The view of clouds and patchwork landscape and cities from above never fails to fascinate. For all the drawbacks of air travel in the 21st century, it’s still a wonder. . . .

And I made it to Philly without a hitch.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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Filed Under: Body, Hearing, Mind, Sight, Taste, Touch Tagged With: finger ulcers, hands, managing chronic disease, resilience, stress, travel

Design Flaw

Evelyn Herwitz · April 18, 2023 · 2 Comments

Last Friday it was really hot, in the 90s, the kind of sudden temperature spike that causes spring to fast-forward. The kind of day that makes dough rise quickly, as was the case in my kitchen, because Passover was over and I needed to bake some challah for Friday night. By late afternoon, the dough had plumped high in its bowl. Even with the back door and porch slider open, the kitchen was uncomfortably warm.

So, I opened our two solar-powered kitchen skylights to let the heat out through the roof.  They operate by remote control, and if it rains, close automatically. Quite the technological innovation, compared to our old leaky skylights with their clunky crank that required a wobbly pole to open and close.

Cleaning up after dinner, I picked up the remotes (each window has its own) and clicked the button to close each skylight. The left one immediately began to shut. But not the right. I switched out the AAA batteries and tried again. No luck. I tried the remote for the left skylight. Nope. Temperatures were sinking overnight into the 50s, and the skylight was wide open. I said to Al, “We have a problem.”

Now, Al, by his own admission, is not Mr. Handyman, and although I can see what needs to be done, I cannot often do it if the task requires some manual dexterity. Also, when I get stressed, I have trouble with word-finding. This is a problem that developed after I hit menopause, and it is extremely frustrating, which only makes the problem more pronounced. I know what I want to say, but I have to talk around the subject to get to the words I want. “Thingy” is one of my fall-back nouns. Not great for giving directions to my dear husband.

I had no idea where I had put the instructions for the skylights, so I began searching online for our skylight brand and problems with the remote. I soon learned that the issue involved resetting the wireless signal between the skylight and the remote. That made sense. Just one problem. You had to remove the insect screen from the skylight in order to do the reset, because the sensor was in the skylight frame. “It’s easy,” reassured the YouTube video. “All you need is a paperclip.”

Really? Now, I don’t about you, but as far as I know, skylights are located in ceilings. And in our kitchen, the ceiling is high, maybe 12 feet. I imagine that other people install their skylights in even higher ceilings. So you need a tall ladder to reach it. Which we do not own. On the rare occasions when we have a chore that requires one, we borrow from a helpful neighbor up the street. However, at 10:30 at night on a Friday, I was not about to call him.

Al’s first thought was to go up on the kitchen roof and try to make the adjustment from outside, an idea I emphatically vetoed. Even though the one ladder we own would make that possible (the eaves are lower than the peak of the roof), it was dark and too risky. Plus, as we later discovered, it would not have worked.

But he did convince me to let him try to bring that old rickety ladder inside and see if he could reach the skylight screen. He managed to prop it up safely enough, with me holding it steady and spotting him, to climb up and, by standing partly on the ladder and partly on the kitchen table, remove the screen from the skylight.

With Step 1 accomplished, we moved on to Step 2. This involved finding the tiny hole in the skylight frame that accesses the reset device. My ability to explain this to Al while I was getting more and more agitated because I could not find a working flashlight and we had to resort to using Al’s iPhone for him to locate this little pinhole in the skylight frame while I was replaying the YouTube video on mine was, shall we say, impaired.

However, we did locate the hole. Here’s where the paperclip comes in. You have to unbend a paperclip, insert it in the hole for 10 seconds, and then the skylight will move. Yes, a paperclip. Why not a button? Why not a switch? I have no idea.

Al inserted the unbent paperclip. Nothing. Now I was really getting frantic. How were we going to close it before the temperature dropped? Al suggested trying a larger paperclip, since he didn’t think the first one went in all the way. So I dumped all my paperclips on the table and found a bigger one, which I unbent and gave him. And, voila! The skylight began to hum and close. Thank goodness.

There’s a third step involved, which we postponed: sticking yet another paperclip into a hole on the remote, after you do the 10 second routine on the skylight frame, to re-pair the remote with the window. That will wait for a sunny day when we can borrow our neighbor’s ladder and not worry about a temperature drop.

After we put everything back in place and tidied up the kitchen, I was relieved. This was not how I had intended to spend Friday night, but we had managed to solve the problem, together, without breaking anything or getting injured or having an argument.

I was also incredulous. What genius thought it made sense to design a skylight that cannot be closed manually if it fails electronically, without climbing on a tall ladder to do so? And why a paperclip? This presumes not only that you have a tall ladder, but also that you have a stash of paperclips, which, in a world evolving away from using paper for documents that need to be clipped together, is becoming an anachronism.

But I digress. The one bonus of this adventure, if you’ve read this far, is it gave me a ridiculous story to tell. And we all need a good dose of ridiculous these days.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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On Managing Pain

Evelyn Herwitz · February 28, 2023 · 2 Comments

About six years ago, I developed deep, intransigent ulcers on five fingers that eventually caused irreversible damage to both hands. It was quite an odyssey, which involved two hand surgeries and 60 dives in a hyperbaric oxygen (HBO) chamber to heal. My 2017 account of the saga begins here.

I was in severe pain as my hands literally fell apart, which I was able to manage partly with medication. But I also used a meditation routine that I found on Headspace to help. The process involves focusing on sensations just beyond the locus of pain and gradually learning to isolate the specific spot that is causing such discomfort. It remains an important lesson in how pain generalizes, can be deceptive, and is exacerbated by fear and stress.

Surgery and the HBO therapy resolved both the acute and chronic pain issues, but perhaps the strangest outcome of all this was some phantom pain in my right middle finger. As part of the surgery, the top joint was amputated. But I still had sensations that hovered in the air where that fingertip used to be. It wasn’t pain, so much as a weird phantom itching. I would rub the blunted end of my middle finger, but it wouldn’t stop the itching entirely. It actually has taken all this time for that phantom discomfort to now be a very rare occurrence, as my brain has rewired to understand how my finger has permanently changed shape.

I share this because I recently listened to a fascinating podcast about pain management that explains my experience. In an interview with Ezra Klein, Dr. Rachel Zoffness, a pain psychologist at the University of California at San Francisco’s school of medicine, discusses the complex interactions between mind, body, and social cues that create the sensation of pain. She is very clear that pain is our body’s warning system of danger and physical damage, but that pain is also a function of our brain’s map of the body, and that the brain does not always truly know when danger is no longer present. This can be a significant factor, particularly, in managing chronic pain.

Pain management is a skill set for living with scleroderma, certainly, but also for life. So, here is the interview and a transcript. I hope you find it as illuminating as I did. Be well.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Image:  Santiago Ramón y Cajal nerve cells ca. 1900

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Oscillations

Evelyn Herwitz · February 21, 2023 · Leave a Comment

It’s that time of year here in New England when the temperatures ripple like a sine wave. One day it’s in the 40s, then we slide into the 30s and even the 20s, then up to the 50s. As I write this afternoon on President’s Day, it’s a relatively balmy 54°F. Later this week we’re expecting snow showers, and the weekend promises to be frigid.

Al is more sanguine about this than I am. “It’s winter,” he says, with a shrug.

So I layer up my sweaters and shed them as warranted. My fingers are cracking, like a sidewalk that shrinks and expands with winter’s thaw. I’m using up more bandages, as I always do this time of year.

The transition to spring is always the toughest on my digital ulcers, harder than in the coldest months, when the cold is more constant. At least, it used to be. With climate change comes more temperature ups and downs. A geographer friend once told me that our weather here in Massachusetts will become more like Virginia’s, and Maine’s will become more like ours used to be. His prediction seems prescient. So far, we’ve only had one short stretch of Arctic temps this season and hardly any snow.

I am profoundly concerned about the implications of a warming planet and am devoting volunteer hours to my city, helping to mitigate the effects of climate change locally. But, I must admit, my hands don’t mind. It’s selfish of me, but these milder winters are just easier to manage, without our having to move south. The transition to spring and summer will always be a challenge, because it’s the relative temperature change that plagues my ulcers. But shorter spurts of bitter cold? Less snow and ice? I’ll take it.

Life is a series of adjustments. Some we can predict. Others, we can’t. The older I get, the more I realize that staying nimble in the face of all that we can’t control is crucial to resilience.

And so, with just one more week of February ahead, as daylight grows notably longer and the switch to Daylight Savings Time looms on the horizon, I will continue to layer up and shed and layer up again, tend my fingers, and make sure I have a full inventory of bandages and other dressings. I can’t change the weather, but I can surf the sine waves.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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