Mundane medical stuff

My body has been more achey than usual recently; this week I hauled myself off to first-line tech support (my local GP) to see if anything could be done about a couple of joint-related things.

I have a new diagnosis concerning one of my hands. It isn't really unexpected; people with another of my conditions are quite prone to it. There's nothing they can really do about it at this stage of things: all the treatments would involve serious loss of functionality, and I'm already doing all the preventive stuff I reasonably can. This isn't hugely painful yet, more a mild niggle that I thought I'd better mention, and at the moment I do have full functioning...the worst bit is not really knowing whether or when it will deteriorate, knowing that I'm really not in control of whether I will be able to play.

I also have some stronger tablets to try for a couple of weeks in hopes that the recent flare-up of ongoing stuff will calm down. We shall see.

I am trying to look on the bright side of this, to accept that it could all disappear anyway, I could be hit by a bus or whatever and poof! all gone! All of life is provisional, a gift, and it's absurd to expect mine to be free of pain or disability. I'm not sure if I'm succeeding, taking this in stride as just one more thing that sets me apart from those who are considered healthy and normal in this society, or if I'm simply ignoring the news.

Thanks be to God for the NHS, though -- without it I wouldn't be able to afford treatment.

Make me hear of joy and gladness,
that the bones you have broken may rejoice.
--Psalm 51, v9