Helping Hand

I'm afraid my hand is healed.

I know that sounds like a good thing, but it still feels pretty sore. Here are some things I don't take for granted anymore:

• Shaking hands without cringing - I'm afraid it might break again if I meet "Mr/Ms Power Handshake".
• Wringing out a sponge - I was finally able to to it again last week.
• Straightening my fingers (well, almost). Bradley actually got the giggles in church yesterday just by looking at my hand.
• Writing - I can now pen my own constitution??? No, but I can finally make a legible grocery list.
  

Still can't do and afraid I won't ever again:

• Make a fist - for self defense reasons, I'm always fighting off paparazzi.
  
• Putting weight on the back of my hand. Like the use of my knuckles when I do my push-ups everyday, real bummer.
• Wear a ring on my right ring finger, making Steven sigh with relief while my sister, Kristen, tears up.

At least it's mostly past me. With the weather being wet and cold, I was curious to see how my arthritis would be. I am happy to say that it hasn't bothered me like I thought it would. I'm just thankful to Britney V* and Faustin S* for talking me into going to the doctor. I would have always wondered.

I'm going to go try my hand (pardon the terrible pun) at wrapping presents.

Let me know what you want, I mean, besides the Christmas Card.