Nothing special, just my right hand, although if you look carefully you can see the top of my grey haired head in the background. These are no longer the agile fingers that tickles the ivories on the piano and they are no longer as straight and strong as they used to be. The little finger is still more or less straight, but the one next to it? It seems to be provoking the other finger as if to say just look at me. I can bend all on my own, and yes it can, but mostly in the wrong direction. This is the hand of a 71 year old woman.
If only I had realised what getting older means. Today I had to order a three month supply of my MS medicine. I have a special fridge in the cellar where I keep it. At the moment Mr. Swiss and No. 1 son deal with cellar work, as I am not so active with my broken leg and so they fetch three little boxes now an again to stock the fridge in the apartment. They keep a record for me of how much medicine is kept in the stock. Today I phoned the lady that looks after my supply to place an order for 3 months supply before the easter holidy. She always asks how I am and I told her about my accident and my week in hospital. I also told her about the two fingers on the right of my hand and that they no longer feel what they should and have a definite pins and needle symptom.
I said I think it is an MS relapse and she said most likely as it is typical of what can happen. I never reckoned with this in old age. I thought I would just slow down and look like a grandmother from a Hans Christian Andersen story and not one of those old ladies with brown spots on the hand, walking with a stick or walker in the supermarket.
They are provoking thoughts when I look at my hands today.