Thank you everyone for all your support!
I was so pumped to have my hands 'fixed'. I went to the hospital, got admitted, got a big horrible needle full of big horrible feeling stuff right into my hand. I kicked my husband in the back of the head with my knee when that was going on. (Sorry Michael!) My palm went numb and then they prepped/washed my arm... And that is when my positive outlook had a panic attack. I couldn't catch my breath to calm down. All my trust in just fell apart, and they refused to do the procedure without putting me to sleep first. That involves a separate appointment. I felt like a BIG LOSER. I cried and nearly passed out. I don't know where that came from. Once I was home, I was in such shock that I slept for two hours. All I got to show for it is a numb wrist, a squeaky clean hand, and a pen marking from the surgeon.
My dear friend Michelle F. is setting me up with some massage and energy work in the mean time, which I am really looking forward to.
One day at a time I guess.
I feel a little like a dork, and a lot of nothing at all. I'm taxed emotionally. While I was sleeping, the gallery phoned to let me know that another piece had sold. My little 5 yr old got a paper and wrote down the number for me with a yellow highlighter. ; ) She's awesome. Thanks darling! ; )
see you soon,