I have a favorite Far Side cartoon:
Three old men are sitting on a porch, one with a swollen knee, one with a swollen hand, and one with a giant head. The first one says, ” Uh-oh, rain squalls a-comin’…my knee is acting up.” The second man says,” I’d say more like a blizzard, judgin’ by my hand here”, the third man says,”Well, SOMETHIN’S happenin’…there goes my head.” Even if I could find the image, I couldn’t share it because of that little detail called copyright.
But I AM this cartoon.
Right now, I can tell that the weather – nay, the season – is changing, because of my hands. Never mind the calendar – just listen to my hands.
I suppose I could say arthritis has run a curious maze course in my family. My grandmother had arthritis, which only manifested in the knuckles of her hands: they became huge, knotty and twisted. She never complained of them hurting, that I recall, but they must have. She was a tough Appalachian woman, so she would have ignored it anyway. She only commented that she couldn’t get her rings off. I remember when I was small, she would take them off so I could try them on. But there came a point where her knuckles were so swollen she could no longer remove them.

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And then there was my Mother. She had arthritis – maybe. She was unique (in so many ways) in that while she manifested all the pain of rheumatoid arthritis, none of the clinical indicators showed up in any bloodwork, there were no outward visual signs, and no medications seemed to impact her condition. That started around the time I was in high school, and interestingly enough, first showed up in her hands. This is suddenly sounding spookily familiar.
I first noticed my hand pain about 4 years ago. I remember always noticing it in the morning, usually during fall or winter, when I was trying to brush and braid Kelsea’s hair. Sometimes it was so bad, it would have me in tears. Not good. As a child, I used to manifest my stress in my stomach (and I still do to some extent, but then, I’m still a child to some extent too.) I just figured I was manifesting my stress in my hands. Because there was enough stress in my life to fill six million Italian cream horns. It was just worsened by the onset of cold, wet, depressing, SAD weather. So in my obtuse little brain, it all fit together.
The hand pain did improve after I moved out, and the weather got better. My ex-flame did some smouldering acupuncture (a.k.a. moxibustion) on my hands from time to time, and that seemed to help. Th pain was always less when I was on some island – but isn’t everything better on some island?
Until this year.
I hadn’t had too much trouble with my hands this year until we went to Topsail. I have yet to intuit what the link is. I was in the warmth, in the water – the only thing I can think of is that we had so many storms that perhaps the changes in the atmosphere – and constantly migrating from the sweltering outside to the icy cold inside – somehow stimulated whatever the issue is that my hands have. Back in Denver now, my hands hurt when the weather is about to change – like today, when it is grey, and warm, but I can tell that a shift to cooler air is coming.
My hands might as well be talking for all to hear.
Today, I’ve tried Aleve, hand exercises, and really hot water. My Mother said that a paraffin bath she had on one hand early in her pain years made a difference forever – that the paraffined hand was never as sore as the non-paraffined hand. Though why they only did one, I don’t know. And the whole thing is not exactly scientific. For me, the hot water felt really good, but the literature says to do an ice bath. I won’t be doing THAT at work, and if I try it at home, well, let’s just say it’s a darn good thing I live alone. Otherwise, I’d be constantly whining for my partner to warm my hands afterwards, and sticking them on whatever of his body parts felt warmest to me – like his stomach. Such fun for everyone. Okay, such fun for me.
Hands aside, I have other built-in weather predictors. The big metal pin that holds my right medial malleolus to my tibia aches like crazy when it’s going to get bitterly cold – and when it IS bitterly cold, although that’s obvious everyone. Still it give a whole new meaning to the term “chilled to the bone”. My fifth metatarsal and formerly broken second toes all hurt when it is going to get cool and wet. It would be so convenient if my former concussion could determine when there’s going to be a tornado. But maybe it does, since I don’t live in a particularly tornado-prone area. I just can’t be sure.

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I know I’m not alone. Maybe someday, I’ll meet another human weathervane or bio-barometer. And when we’re not off doing our crazy things and being passionate about the world, we can sit on our porch at laugh at each other’s swollen predictors.
I kind of like that idea.
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August 19, 2011 at 1:21 pm
TheIdiotSpeaketh
I pat my fried head and tell people that it is sunny outside….. 🙂
August 19, 2011 at 1:24 pm
Seasweetie
You egghead, you.
August 19, 2011 at 2:03 pm
slpmartin
This global warming thing may not be good for you since part of the prediction is numerous swings in the weather…take care my friend.
August 19, 2011 at 2:12 pm
Seasweetie
Maybe I’ll have to design a giant compression body glove, since pressure makes things hurt a little less – or start wearing one of those suits they wear for tobogganing in the Olympics. That might do it. Hope you are well, slp.
August 19, 2011 at 3:44 pm
Munira
How’d you manage to break so many bones?
August 20, 2011 at 12:14 am
Seasweetie
Toes from being a dancer (and from an overweight woman in spike heels on a Boston subway), the foot from falling down two steps when I was half-asleep, and the ankle in an ATV incident where my foot got caught between the moving wheel and an immoveable rock.
August 19, 2011 at 8:08 pm
photokunstler
The winter after my motorcycle accident I thought I’d die with the pain in my broken fingers. Well, my repaired fingers. It was horrific. And they did tell me I’d have arthritis. I decided not to. I didn’t want it. It doesn’t fit into my life. So that was the last time I had that pain.
One of the things I do for a living is remove the inherited predispositions to chronic disease, the ones we all inherit at birth. They’re what nail us in the end – we tend to die the way our family tended to die. But it isn’t necessary.
There’s also a very deep emotional pattern that adds to the pain and symptoms. I could post it here – but it is longish.
But generally, I know your pain. I had it. There weren’t enough mittens that could keep the ache at bay that winter. And use heat, or alternate heat and cold. Your body creates inflammation to heal. Don’t counteract that with cold or the inflammation has to come back twice as strong.
August 20, 2011 at 12:12 am
Seasweetie
I wish we could talk about what you do for a living with healing. I have thought that before. Thank you for the advice though – I will take it to heart.
August 22, 2011 at 10:39 am
photokunstler
We can talk about it anytime! homeopathy.com/clinic has lots of reading material. Nothing in particular that I liked that I’d send you to though, so I will have to work on that!
August 22, 2011 at 11:12 am
Seasweetie
I’d love that – when i come to the Abacos next year?
August 22, 2011 at 11:21 am
photokunstler
Next year sounds fine! 🙂
August 20, 2011 at 7:52 am
thesinglecell
Poor Sea. It’s a shame you had to hurt at Topsail where you’re so happy. My knee used to predict rain. It hasn’t in a while, I guess because the problem I had as a teenager has been eased by stronger legs now, but I suspect it will return to its former ways some day. I hope you find something to ease the aches!
August 20, 2011 at 9:35 pm
Seasweetie
Thanks cell. I may get it checked out if I ever decide to see a doctor again. 🙂