Recalling the day my dad lost his right arm
Writing a column isn’t usually physically challenging. Unless you count wracking my brain. Sometimes I pull a muscle in my cerebellum. Today I’m having to work at this. Wednesday morning, I had carpal tunnel surgery on my right wrist. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to type after that. But here I am, plunking away with a giant, clompy wrap around my right hand. Credit to Tylenol. My post-op instructions mention no strenuous activity for that hand. I’m not sure writing counts as strenuous. Finding the right words and pounding them together to build a sentence are heavy ...