Otis Redding had it (almost) right when he sang "These Arms of Mine." For me, much more appropriately, it's "These Hands of Mine." I think the song goes on to say, "these arms (hands) of mine are burning … from wanting you." Close enough for this outdated music analogy. Ugh.
It was really bizarre. I've had pain and stiffness before, lots of times, but never so suddenly and never so crippling and alarming.
The other day I hit a wall with my hands. I was texting while dead-stopped in awful Los Angeles traffic (which I don't ordinarily endorse, but you sit for an hour and go half a mile, and you'll find ways to kill time, too). And suddenly, as though a light switch got flipped, I couldn't use my hands. They stopped working — frozen cold, unable to reply to the very important "wussup?" text message. What's a boy with arthritis to do? Especially when asked "wussup?"
I kind of freaked out. I started stretching them back and forth, shaking them from side to side, looking like a moron in traffic (a moron appearing to do a number from "Grease"). That helped a little bit, but the stiffness still won and I slowly and deliberately wrapped my poor fingers around the steering wheel (and kept them there). It sucked big time.
It was really bizarre. I've had pain and stiffness before, lots of times, but never so suddenly and never so crippling and alarming. And, as quickly as this came about, an hour later it was as though nothing happened.
I guess this means I can't be a surgeon. Darn.
And in all seriousness, I need to get with my doctor to find out if this is going to happen again. I'm not a fan of debilitating stiffness. Just a fan of Otis.