Many of us post our trials and tribulations when it comes to our health. I am comfortable (without bragging) that I've had exceptionally good health the majority of my life. A couple of broken bones, but nothing internal, chronic or systemic. Well, until 2019, that is. During a routine physical check up, my doctor made me aware that I was mortal. No, nothing that required me to update my will, but simply an acknowledgement that we all have a miracle vessel we inhabit that has an expiration date on it. The systems that give us strength and energy when we are younger, begin to wear down over time. That was what I learned.
Yesterday I went to the chiropractor. I haven't been since returning from my trip that ended when the COVID "15 day" curve-flattening began. (Some 15 days, huh?). Anyway, I've noticed over the past few weeks that I develop a pain in my left (fret hand) thumb joint when I'm playing, and after a while I have to take a break. I can probe the area and feel discomfort. It's right where my thumb joins to the wrist. Thanks to the Internet, I self-diagnosed my condition as arthritis. Yep, age.
So, I went to the chiropractor and he now has me using a rubber band stretched over my hand as if I were holding a baseball, with the band closing over my thumb and pinky. I am to flex against the resistance. Sort of like this, but with the band going behind the last knuckle of the fingers.
My chiropractor is a guitar player himself, so he's very keen on making sure I can play all day and all night, if I wish.
Age. Huh.