Name: 私の手のどこが悪いのかを説明する【CC (Explaining what's wrong with my hands [CC])
Uploaded: 2021-01-14T10:17:27.000Z
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様態の副詞

I woke up with hands that weren’t working too well so let’s talk about my supposedly

程度の副詞

‘normal’ looking but really rather broken hands. Poor little things.

- fun fact I have more affection for my hands than almost any other body part. They just

One of the more common comments on my videos about plastic straws is ‘why does she need

to use them anyway?’ And… fair, that’s a fair question.

Because whilst they look lovely from the outside, they’re really not that useful from the

inside. I’ll explain the history of my hands and what’s exactly wrong with them in a

minute but to give you a brief idea of the things I struggle with:

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You might be surprised to know but using chopsticks is actually far easier for me than a knife

and fork. I’m able to make a pincer motion quite well but my middle finger, ring finger

and little finger are really letting the side down.

- They also have a habit of dislocating the tips which is surprisingly painful for such

But why are they like this? How did they get to this point? (I’d just like to point out

that, as you will see in a minute, my hands are actually doing way better than they used

Even from childhood I was ‘clumsy’. I couldn’t quite understand how other people’s

hands were so useful. I was great at doing intricate, detailed paintings or making origami

or building miniature hotels for woodlice.

But I was really terrible at holding pens the way I was meant to and I forever was dropping

glasses and a tennis racket was far too heavy for my limp wrists to pick up let alone swing

at something. It wasn’t really that big a deal though, I was just a clumsy child who

also happened to be hypermobile. Meaning I had very flexible joints and was just a bit

But then I turned 17 and in my first AS Level exam I leant on my elbow for about 20 minutes

and once the exam was over my arm tingled in a really weird way.

It was just my thumb at first and running up my arm, or down my arm actually… it tingled

like it had been set on fire but without the paining of burning. It was inside my arm as

well as on my skin and it meant my thumb was very difficult to lift. Later that day the

numbness had spread and now my whole arm was numb. The skin felt strange, as if it was

Remember when we used to coat our palms in that in school and then peel it off? Honestly

nothing matches that level of satisfaction. Except for proving everyone wrong when they

It was very difficult to stretch my fingers out and straighten them. I couldn’t raise

my hand and the entire arm felt as if I had been sleeping on it for hours and no one had

informed my blood that now was the time to rush back in. It didn’t cramp, if didn’t

hurt it just… wasn’t. As if my arm was slowly fading away and out of sight.

Even in my brain it was becoming invisible. If you’d taken my arm and moved it I would

have only been able to give you my best guess as to where it was. I had no idea what my

arm was touching or where it was lying unless it was directly upon me. As I lay in bed that

night I felt that the limb resting upon my side was only half mine: as if I was being

spooned by another person who was half me… it’s a chilling feeling to have a disembodied

hand that may not be yours resting upon your leg as you lie alone in a dark room.

The next day my friend Kate came over to study for our next exam and we found it quite hilarious

how floppy my arm had become. I remember standing in the kitchen with her, making her tea and

attempting to lift the heavy glass jar with the cork stopper that my mother kept raisins

in. This arm that wasn’t mine could only budge the jar half an inch before it flopped

back down again. But I was right-handed so what did it matter?

I should have been revising but my floppy arm played on my mind. I wasn’t panicked,

I wasn’t even mildly scared… or at least that’s what my brain told me. I was merely

curious and intrigued as to what on earth was going on. It was funny in the way that

temporary medical emergencies can be. You stubbed your toe and it hurts like hell but

it’s funny because it’s just a toe and give it a few hours you’ll have forgotten

But then I woke up the next morning and I couldn’t even attempt to lift my arm. Suddenly,

after 48 hours of mildly ignoring my complaints, my parents realised that this might perhaps

be one of those teenage problems they should pay attention to rather than just nodding

- believe me, there was a lot of nodding and humouring me, I was a very dramatic child.

And teenager. And adult. [beat] I make no apologies.

They took me to the GP, who looked more concerned than I was expecting him to, who sent me to

A&E, who looked more concerned than I was expecting them to, who admitted me to the

children’s ward, where they definitely looked more concerned than I was expecting them to.

For the next two weeks I lived in the children’s ward having test after test after test…

but going home at the weekends. My left arm refused to move. I couldn’t feel my skin

when they pricked it with a needle, I couldn’t tell where it was when they moved it, I couldn’t

lift it or bend my elbow or twitch my hand.

And you should know that arms are really HEAVY. If your shoulder isn’t actively keeping

your arm moving and alive and telling your muscles to hold that damn thing on then boy

does it draaaag. It was like carrying a particularly plump toddler strapped only to the socket

of my shoulder joint. Strap some weights to upper arm and then swing around a bit, see

how your poor shoulder feels after that mess.

Fortunately I still had my right arm to feed myself with, write things down, type on the

But then, like I said, I went home for the weekend and I reached up to take a glass from

the welsh dresser and… it was as if the air became treacle and my arm was suddenly

weightless. The glass slipped through my fingers to smash against the floor and my arm flopped

A feeling of dread rose within me for the first time.

I hadn’t cared when it was the arm I didn’t use that much anyway. My left side has always

been weak, I’ve always been very strongly right handed…

My main concern up to this point had continued to be how much the girl I really liked didn’t

like me, rather than the potential brain tumour all of the doctors were worrying about:

- lesbianism: blasts away your other concerns!

But here was the hand I relied upon, here was my entire world, in hand form, letting

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