You know, I don’t think I’ve ever said anything about this…
Last April, I seriously injured my arm. It didn’t heal quite right, so I went to see an orthopedic doctor about it. Apparently, I’m very lucky man; most people that sustain this type of injury lose all functionality in their wrist. It’s inoperable. So, while he had a few theories, it’s kind of a medical mystery how my arm is still functioning. The doctor had never seen anything like it. More accurately, all four doctors that saw me had never seen anything like it. They wanted me to do a MRI scan, largely out of scientific curiosity. So I did. I get the results next week.
But lately… my arm has been getting really sore. Very tired. And for all the embarrassment and stress I feel about drawing… I’m forced to admit I really don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t draw. Who would the Heir of Rick be without his arm?
It’s going to be a long week.
These feels… they seem familiar…
Although I don’t have an inoperable injury (At least… I hope I don’t…), I do have rather bad carpal tunnel in BOTH wrists, and my entire right arm occasionally decides to cramp up to the point that I can’t even sip tea with my right hand, because I can’t hold the cup… and I’ll have to pull over and take a break while driving, because I can’t grip/turn the wheel properly.
I draw, I write, I do archery, I play games with friends, I play violin, I’m learning guitar, I work on guitars and computers… those are… very hand/wrist-intensive things, and if/when I lose function in my wrists/hands… I literally can’t think of a single thing that I love that I’ll still be able to do.
I’ve learned so many things, I DO so many things… but I’m one strain, one injury, one screw-up away from never doing any of them again.
But man… I can be stubborn, determined, and very creative with how I do things that I can’t normally accomplish (such as playing guitar with my FREAKISHLY SMALL HANDS… ahem), so if/when I do lose that functionality, I will adapt, I will learn, I will DRAW WITH MY FREAKING TEETH LIKE A PONY… or I will simply do nothing, and try to help those that are struggling with similar issues.
If you’re HALF as stubborn or determined as I am… I expect to see a pencil in your mouth, mister… and if we both lose our abilities, heck, even if I still have mine and you lose yours… I challenge you to draw a pony with your mouth-pencil, because I know it’ll still look better than mine, and it’ll force me to say, “Dang it… now I actually have to try harder to catch up to him!” and it’ll keep me going.
And hopefully… that’ll keep you going as well.
For now, just do me a favor, will ya?
Don’t strain, don’t stress, don’t take big risks.
Give. Yourself. A break.
And maybe, JUST MAYBE, you won’t have to worry about learning to draw with your teeth, and I’ll have to keep worrying about trying to draw as good as you can…
Much love, friend,