Well, ladies
Dani texted me Sunday morning. A photo of pancakes and a mimosa. She slept until eleven.
Five a.m. on my end. Blouse on, earrings in. Permission slip. Two loads of laundry. An email from work I should not have opened. Coffee standing up.
She wrote "take a day off" underneath the pancakes.
Something closed in me when I read it. Not anger. A reflex. Easy to recommend rest when nobody needs you before noon. 😤
Caught it. I always catch it. Still thought it.
That is not what this is about. This is about my wrists.
Two weeks of a dull ache. Outside of my wrist, up toward my elbow. Both sides. Worse by end of day. Mostly gone by morning.
Assumed it was the laptop. It is the laptop. The phone too. The steering wheel. How I grip my pen in meetings. Like I am leaving fingerprints.
Stress does not show up where you expect. It shows up in your hands. Your forearms. Your jaw. The places you clench without noticing.
First saw it last Tuesday. Looked down mid-meeting. Knuckles white around a ballpoint. Nobody noticed. I did.
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Looked it up. Extensors on top of your forearm. They lock when you type or grip for hours. Shorten. Pull on the tendon at your elbow.
Then your wrist aches and you think something is wrong. Two weeks in, worth seeing a doctor if it gets worse. You are holding on too hard.
Try this. Back of your hand flat on your desk, fingers pointing toward you. Lean gently back. Feel it run up your forearm. Fifteen seconds. Switch.
Twice a day. Before lunch. Before you leave. ✅
Four days in. Ache is not gone. Hands feel different by five, though. Looser. Less like a nine-hour fist.
Daughter caught me doing it on the kitchen counter. From what, she said. Everything, I said.
Sonia sent me a voice note Wednesday. Just her talking about light in her kitchen. No context, no question.
Listened between pickup and a call with legal. Only minute all day my hands were not in fists.
Still thinking about those pancakes. Still thinking about how fast I shut the door. That is mine to sit with. The wrists, at least, I can stretch. 💪
