After I had my epic vertigo attack in early May of this year, I didn't feel like doing anything for weeks and weeks. But I had my iPad, and I spent hours and hours each day watching movies, reading email, googling my symptoms, reading numerous books, and generally fiddling around. Then, lo and behold, about a month ago I woke up in the night and my fingers were stiff, my hands were sore, and I said, "what the heck is going on here?" The symptoms were especially distressing because I was finally making some improvement in my balance and walking, and generally feeling well enough to do a few things other than recline in my recliner and look out the window at the mountains. The symptoms got worse and the pain got worse and the fingers got stiffer and I got more and more ticked off, to put it mildly.
I went to the doctor and had blood tests for RA (rheumatoid arthritis) and inflammation. Both came back negative. So did I have the dreaded osteo? I had never had a twinge of arthritis and not even a twinge of pain in my life. Pain was new to me and I was not happy. I thought I was exempt since I am a good Democrat. In Utah, no less. I trolled the internet and discovered, which I had already known, that dark cherry juice can ease inflammation and pain. I tried dosing myself with the sweet gooey stuff for several weeks and couldn't see any improvement. Many testimonials on the internet praised cherry juice for solving the problem of stiff and sore hand and finger pain. My doctor prescribed a hand ointment but I read the warnings which said "may cause increased risk for heart attack and stroke" . I assumed my doctor wouldn't have prescribed the ointment if it wasn't safe but I didn't want to be the guinea pig to see if I could have a stroke or a heart attack. Amazon just sent me a nice rice bag which I heated in the microwave and it felt wonderful while I had it on my hands, but back to normal misery when I took it off. I paid 15 bucks at Amazon, and my sister Ann informed me she would have made me one for 50 cents. How was I to know? The thing that is so aggravating is that my hands will feel fairly good at bedtime but, as soon as I wake up for one of my two or three trips to the br in the night, the pain and stiffness comes back and I am not happy.
Consequently, I decided to consult that Grand Oracle of all Wisdom and Dispenser of the World's Trove of Miscellanea (is there a word like that?), The Wizard of Google. The Wizard of Google resides in a glass mansion way beyond the Yellow Brick Road and thinks he (she?) is better than everyone else because he (she?) knows everything and all the stupid people in the world must come begging to the Wizard saying, please Mr. Wizard, tell me how many ounces are in a pint, or what is a ten letter word for indefatigible, or is my wife wrong when she avows such and such and I know she is wrong, or what was the score in 1932 when the Detroit Tigers played the Boston Red Sox. The Wizard knows all. Some times the information dispensed is a fraud and is terribly wrong, so you do have to be wise and judicious in using and applying whatever spews forth on 6,287 answers to your measly, trivial, and bothersome question.
So I asked the Wizard, "Can my iPad, the love of my life, betray me and make my fingers and hands stiff and sore and make me mad as heck and cause me untold misery, grief, and can I get an ambulance chasing lawyer and sue the daylights out of the iPad folks for making my life a spewing forth of pain and misery?" The Wizard does not like long questions, adjectives, or any trivial insertions, but to my amazement, the answers rolled forth. Yes, the iPad or any trackpad or smart phone, can cause you misery. One post showed photos of how people hold and use the iPad or a trackpad and demonstrated how the typical way we hold the dang things and piddle around with our scrolling finger can cause this and that and all manner of miseries if we overindulge. So now I am divorcing my beloved iPad for awhile to see if that makes any difference. I have ordered more cherry juice from Southridge Farms in Payson UT. I am using my rice pad. I am squeezing my little rubber ball my therapist gave me to help break up the frozen and painful fingers. I am doing a zillion hand exercises. But my fingers and hands still hurt like heck.
At least my $6000 hearing aids finally came back from the factory yesterday after causing me no end of grief and additional misery. So far they are still working and I have reduced the number of times I say "what" to my wife to only a dozen or so a day instead of a few hundred times. Fortunately, my wife is a very quiet person and doesn't talk that much so my asking "what" is kept to a minimum.
Have a nice day. If you have a magic cure for my hands and fingers, please let me know.