What’s it like to deal with hand paralysis?
This morning, I can’t find my little pinkie in my brain’s map of location. Furthermore, I can’t find my four toes (the big toe is hard to miss).
Usually, it comes after an exorbitant work out. Yesterday, my pinkie can flex and let go of the medium size balls. (Think of a tennis ball or a soft baseball).
Over and over, I get the balls and release them into a net. Plus, I can handle small balls, playing cards, dominoes, so on.
Why can’t I follow that the next day?
Maybe, my affected pinkie’s muscle groups are tired.
Maybe, my brain’s neuron pathways’ neurotransmitters are spent.
Think of it like you are at a rave: dance ’til you dance no more.
My anxious persona get worried throughout the day and evening: “Why don’t you shake your pinkie! Why doesn’t it move! Aaaaah!”
I gentle shh my anxious persona and willingly directly my anxious persona to a new subject: Why don’t the Chinese foam manufacturers write back!