After years of faithful service, my right hand decided to retire. Okay, it didn’t really formally retire, it decided to plague me with carpal tunnel. This meant that at random times, it would get numb and/or have flaming pain. So when I went to my new hand doctor (the old doctor had the nerve to retire!) he said surgery was the answer. After getting permission from my insurance, a week later he operated.
The first impediment is me. I don’t want the standard anesthesia Versed which leaves you walking and talking with no idea what you are saying. So we compromised with a nerve block and a local anesthetic. While the hand guy is operating, me and the anethesiologist had an nice discussion on the history of surgery and anesthesia. It was quickly done, they loaded me up with pain killers and sent me on my way.
It was my other hand that had been left out of the discussion. I hate to admit it, but my left hand is rather stupid. It does not know how to do the simplest things. I never thought that picking up a fork and shovelling food in could be a challenge. The right hand shows it how to do something, then the left hand gives it a go, for at least the next ten days.