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I got better sleep last night than I expected to which is good because the day got stressful in ways I didn't expect. Scott's sister called me about 9:15 to say that she was waiting to hear from her doctor about whether or not she needed x-rays for her neck.
I was out the door on my way to my appointment not long after. The appointment was at 1:00, but I thought I would be better off getting out there early and then buying lunch (searching the fridge and cupboard yielded very little in the way of portable foods-- crackers, bagels, almonds, chocolate chips. We're out of safe-for-me lunchmeat and of all jams/jellies and almond butter. I could have gone with margarine and/or cheese on a bagel, but I didn't think I'd be able to swallow that).
I ended up having lunch at Olive Garden. I got off the bus before Wolverine Tower. The route went through a commuter lot a good way back from the intersection of State and Eisenhower, and I got off there because it occurred to me that I'd be better off walking from there rather than walking equally far and still having to cross both streets.
The restaurant where I hoped to have lunch turned out not to be there any longer, so Olive Garden was my best option without crossing the streets anyway. It wasn't a great option because I ended up with basil in my food. Three hours later, it's still haunting me. I'm just hoping it will be gone by bedtime.
The appointment was largely me talking to the OT to figure out what we need to focus on. The next step is getting some photos of how I sit and what options I have in that direction. I also need photographs of how I lie when I'm trying to sleep.
She's pretty sure that the finger/hand numbness is referred sensation from tension in a couple of specific neck muscles. She showed me a map of what they do, and where they are. I think she's likely right because none of the nerves that might be pinched would do quite what's happening here.
She suspects, based on what helps and what doesn't, that my hand tremors are due to muscle weakness. All of the weighted and extra large handled stuff makes my problems worse, and that's not consistent with what usually causes tremors that look like mine. The way she put it was that the various muscle groups that ought to be working together to give me fine control are playing hot potato with responsibility for doing the work.
After the appointment, I walked toward Main Street.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
evalerie texted me after I'd been walking a bit, and she came and picked me up. I'd been thinking that I'd catch an inbound bus eventually as there are some through there. It's just that none of the stops are shaded, and if I was going to be in the sun, I wanted to walk rather than stand. Standing five minutes is much, much harder than walking for an hour.
I was out the door on my way to my appointment not long after. The appointment was at 1:00, but I thought I would be better off getting out there early and then buying lunch (searching the fridge and cupboard yielded very little in the way of portable foods-- crackers, bagels, almonds, chocolate chips. We're out of safe-for-me lunchmeat and of all jams/jellies and almond butter. I could have gone with margarine and/or cheese on a bagel, but I didn't think I'd be able to swallow that).
I ended up having lunch at Olive Garden. I got off the bus before Wolverine Tower. The route went through a commuter lot a good way back from the intersection of State and Eisenhower, and I got off there because it occurred to me that I'd be better off walking from there rather than walking equally far and still having to cross both streets.
The restaurant where I hoped to have lunch turned out not to be there any longer, so Olive Garden was my best option without crossing the streets anyway. It wasn't a great option because I ended up with basil in my food. Three hours later, it's still haunting me. I'm just hoping it will be gone by bedtime.
The appointment was largely me talking to the OT to figure out what we need to focus on. The next step is getting some photos of how I sit and what options I have in that direction. I also need photographs of how I lie when I'm trying to sleep.
She's pretty sure that the finger/hand numbness is referred sensation from tension in a couple of specific neck muscles. She showed me a map of what they do, and where they are. I think she's likely right because none of the nerves that might be pinched would do quite what's happening here.
She suspects, based on what helps and what doesn't, that my hand tremors are due to muscle weakness. All of the weighted and extra large handled stuff makes my problems worse, and that's not consistent with what usually causes tremors that look like mine. The way she put it was that the various muscle groups that ought to be working together to give me fine control are playing hot potato with responsibility for doing the work.
After the appointment, I walked toward Main Street.
evalerie texted me after I'd been walking a bit, and she came and picked me up. I'd been thinking that I'd catch an inbound bus eventually as there are some through there. It's just that none of the stops are shaded, and if I was going to be in the sun, I wanted to walk rather than stand. Standing five minutes is much, much harder than walking for an hour.