Going out on a limb

Last November, I set out to do two things: write 30 blog posts in 30 days, and complete an online course about the anatomy of the upper limbs. I didn’t really expect to be able to do both in a month. Mostly I was just looking for the motivation to practice using voice recognition and develop some kind of “work” routine. I was aiming for two hours each day, divided into manageable chunks. Blogging was the top priority (and more appealing), so I would spend most of my days drafting posts and playing catch up for days I’d missed. The online course fell by the wayside. As I neglected the lectures and quizzes about the pathologies of the arms and hands, I developed just that; a new pathology in my arms and hands.

Posture looks simple, when you see those pictures of crash-test-dummies sitting at their computers, diligently keeping their backs straight and tummies firm. Ideally, everything is supposed to be at right angles, but it’s really hard to achieve that when you are trying to prop up sagging shoulders and the weak neck with a big heavy head on it. It’s especially hard to achieve that when you are making-do with a couch and some bits of rubber foam because the government is too cheap to provide specialist seating.

These past couple of years, I’ve been so focused on trying to support my head and shoulders while I work, I haven’t really thought about the position of my arms and hands. I’ve been getting better at using voice recognition software, but using Dragon without a mouse is pretty difficult. Actually, it’s frustrating to the point of paralysis. So while I was blogging, I would use a wireless mouse, balancing it on my knee or the couch.

So here I am, blogging away, editing and over-editing, tap tap tapping with my fingers and my hands and my wrists and my arms in all the wrong positions. It only took a few weeks to develop a secondary injury. It started as a niggle and a tingle, but it quickly reached the point where mousing for 15 minutes would leave my wrists, hands and sometimes even my armpits in pain all day. I had to concede that 30 posts in 30 days wasn’t going to happen.

It’s a terrible cliche, but so often it feels like I take a step forward, then two steps backwards. I was actually making progress with “working”, and suddenly there’s this whole new problem to deal with. Not only does it hurt to use a mouse, but now it’s also hard to chop vegetables, use scissors and floss my teeth. Luckily, with the help of my OT, a hand therapist, and some anti-inflammatories, much of the pain has subsided. It still flares up frequently, and I need to be really careful about how much I use my hands, but it’s mostly manageable. I’m learning how to use my voice to replace mouse commands, and I have an adorable new mouse shaped like a penguin with a bowtie.

People often ask me whether my condition has advanced, or whether I’m getting worse. In lots of ways I am worse, because muscles my lower back, my arms and wrists, my head and neck have become strained and inflamed as I try and compensate for the weaknesses in my shoulders. Having said that, I am also better. I’m better at understanding where the pain comes from, and how it manifests in my brain. I’m better at managing it with drugs, pacing, and exercises. I’m better at adapting to the physical environment and using the equipment I do have. As much as it might have been useful to know more about the physiology of my upper body, learning all of this life stuff is really more important. So I’m not so sad I didn’t finish that course. And I reckon 13 blog post ain’t bad.

 

 

In praise of LEADR

When I applied to be an intern with LEADR NZ, I didn’t know it would become such a lifeline. I had finished up at Corrections, but hadn’t yet started the ill-fated temp job at NZQA. I figured I would find some way to work this in with my next full-time job; it would be difficult, but worth it for the opportunity.

LEADR is an association of dispute resolution professionals – a membership organisation for mediators. I came across LEADR when a very clever lawyer friend of mine recommended I complete their five-day mediation workshop. She said it was the most powerful training she’d ever done, and I concur. It was also the hardest training I’ve ever done; I cried twice. By the end of it, though, I felt for the first time that I’d found a profession that I believed in, and one that I could be good at.

Mediation is all about finding durable solutions to disputes. It’s used in all sorts of arenas. We have members involved with employment, families, big business, Internet domain names, human rights and housing, to name a few. I’m hooked on mediation because it’s efficient and effective. In the majority of cases, both parties walk away less poor and less traumatised than if they had pursued the dispute in court.

Over the past two years, I’ve been doing what I can for the LEADR NZ team. They operate from a three-desk office on Woodward Street that sometimes smells like Ma Higgins cookies and sometimes smells like grilled salmon sushi, depending on what’s cooking below. Initially I worked from there one day a week, but it quickly became obvious that I shouldn’t be using an ordinary office desk. Now I help with anything that can be done from home, like ongoing projects, media monitoring, planning and correspondence. I also get to be a role-player for training and assessment days, acting as a party in dispute. It’s fun and interesting and sometimes hilarious.

I can’t sing enough praises for the people at LEADR. Gabrielle and Ava, my two consecutive CEO’s, are the kind of people I want to be when I grow up. They are both intelligent, warm, powerful communicators who are able to manage a myriad of issues and still see what really matters. Margaret, who manages all the training and assessment, is better at her job than anyone I’ve ever met. She always has a million things to do, is always lovely and always cracks a wry joke when you least expect it. They didn’t take me on like this, but all three of them have walked with me as I awkwardly navigate life with a disability. There have been lots of weeks that I haven’t been up to working, and it’s always ok. On the flip-side, they still trust me to do significant work when I say I can.

Having something meaningful to do over the past couple of years, even in small measures, has made a big difference to my well-being. Plus I’ve been able to learn from the best mediators in the business, and be inspired by the incredible work they do. As far as unpaid jobs go, I reckon that’s a pretty great salary. 

Dragon

Hi how are you? It’s been a while.

I’ve been spending the last few months getting to know Dragon. Dragon and I were introduced by an excellent OT called Fran Smith. My equally excellent GP recommended Fran when I decided it wasn’t worth waiting for the DHB to deliver something useful (more grumbling on that note later).

Fran specialises in back-to-work assistance, and is very much focused on what her clients can do. So, for example, I can sit upright or partially reclined, in a comfortable chair, for a certain amount of time. Based on that, we have developed a “work” set up using my couch and various cushions. She also put me in touch with a clever optometrist from Tawa, who has designed an ungainly but effective device to hold a laptop or monitor in any position. It took us a while to figure out that typing was a no-go. Even with specialised keyboards, it seemed that it was too much to ask of my shoulders. Here’s where Dragon comes in.

Dragon is a piece of software which enables its user to input text through a microphone headset and look just like Christina Aguilera. It’s very clever. And very, very frustrating. When I first started using it, I felt like I was trying to use a computer in a different language. No matter how well I enunciated (N Nuncio Ted), every word seemed to play Chinese Whispers before it got to the page. My cursor seemed like a little kid trying to piss off its parents, doing the exact opposite of what I had requested. All the windows seemed haunted, popping up and disappearing at will. I wasn’t sure it was worth pursuing this relationship.

Six months later, Dragon and I are getting on all right. Mostly. We’ve come to a compromise: I use a mouse for pointing and clicking, and speak the rest. Dragon understands me a lot better now, and I’m learning to tolerate its stubborn nature. There are definitely times when it’s just easier to click out each letter with the on-screen keyboard. You gotta know how to pick your battles.

I hate it sometimes, but with Dragon I can finally see myself working again. I can actually imagine myself in an office, talking in monotone, repeating myself, spelling out words, annoying my colleagues. Contributing. Engaging. Being paid. For that, I’m willing to build all kinds of bridges.