I feel like I wanted to post about my recent run in with tendonitis, as I’ve been chatting at it about gigs with people - who’ve all been so kind and understanding about it.
For the last few months, the fingers in my right hand began to get really sore from too much computer usage (at least, that was the activity that made it feel sore). I knew I should go see a physio but I was behind on rent, and I was trying to move (and get a deposit together). I promised myself that after the move, on the very next payday, I would book myself into the physio and get it sorted. I moved on the June Bank Holiday Monday (it was the only day I had free to do anything). I spent all day cleaning and my parents and friends graciously helped me get everything from point A to point B. I did a rehearsal for my YouBloom gig that night and I felt fine.
The next morning, I work up with a very sore right hand and fingers, and the pain was extending down past my wrist. I went into work. I asked if I could go on lunch a little early to go to the physio. The verdict? Tendonitis. The move had pushed me over the edge. And over the next few days it flared up bad. As in, I-can’t-squeeze-the-brakes-on-my-bike, I-can’t-lift-up-a-cup-of-tea bad. I started texting around (on my left hand…) to see if I could get another keyboard player in to do the keys for the Youbloom gig, but at such late notice everyone was booked. I did my exercises. I freaked out a little over the phone to my mother. I did my exercises. I rehearsed with my band for the gig, playing with just the left hand and trying to fill in the melodic gaps (which isn’t hard with good musicians, thank god). I rehearsed for other upcoming gigs. I generally didn’t have any free evenings, but when I did, I did a really good job unpacking and putting some order into my room with one hand while resting the other as much as possible.
Thankfully it’s gone from zingy sharp pains to…a dull soreness that hangs around for some, but not all of the day. Which is definitely better. At my last physio appointment the therapist said the inflammation had gone down, and he’s hoping to put me on a maintenance plan after the next appointment. The exercises are really helping me (see blue resistance band above, ha ha!), and I’m allowed to do yoga, as long as it’s pain free. As for playing, I’m trying to be really cautious and just leave playing alone until it feels better. Also because if I play and I feel pain, something deep down inside might actually break. I’m personally happy with the decision not to play for a while,I can still sing and I have a great band so even if I need to stay away from my piano, my guitar and my uke for a while, musically I’ll be okay.
I spoke to a friend of my sister’s at my gig last night who has just moved into the neighbourhood. He’d been chatting to my sister and she’d told him that I was very calm and logical and sort of non-emotional when I was talking to her about it. I thought it was interesting that she noted my tone and it made me think. I suppose sometimes when we feel threatened that we use the tone of how we relate the story to other people to take control of the narrative, and maybe in that way to affect our own feelings, and make our own heads safer spaces to occupy. I guess that day I was trying to tell myself, as much as my sister, that worry or being overly emotional was not necessary. Keeping my emotional head down. I’d be interested to hear about other people’s stories about similar situations.
In the meantime though, I do have some lovely gigs coming up where I get to sing lots of lovely music - and some of my own gigs where I’ll be throwing out a new song or two! Feel free to check them out here.
And as always, I love to see new faces on all the social media type places, do join me. Instagram is currently my favourite!