So back to the topic of ME (it's all about me, isn't it?) for a moment...
Today an amazing thing happened.
I was SO depressed yesterday when I tried playing, the hand muscles were simply not working at all, and by that I mean, they wouldn't even form open chords, I couldn't bend a string, nothing. I could only play single notes. And it was the third day in a row that it seemed to get weaker.
My head was ready to explode. I actually called my son in LA and said, "I'm going to send you any of my guitars/amps that you want, and I'm going to sell the rest and buy a Moog Modular synth so I can have some fun for a change." And I moped around the house all evening. A very sad, old puppy was I.
You know this from my posts. I'm sure my being upset and bummed out was a downer for Aristotle's thread.
Last night I did the nerve flossing exercises I do every day, that one of my physicians taught me. I felt hopeless, but I did it anyway. And I took some NSAIDs - ibuprofen. I had gotten permission from my cardio doc to take it for a short time.
So this morning when I got up, I didn't have pain and cramping in the hand, and I decided to try playing. Anyway, for the past hour I picked up the Northern Lights guitar that's the easiest one I have to play (probably because it's the newest and in the best adjustment). And...I was able to play. Not as well as I used to, but not too badly -- certainly much better than yesterday or the past few days.
The NSAIDs (I did take two instead of one last night) obviously reduced the inflammation. I think that must mean that the muscles are still not too wasted to play, though they are weaker for sure. But that alone is good news (assuming for the moment I'm right, but I don't see how the hand could play if the muscles weren't still functional).
This has renewed my hopefulness - if I could play today, it means the muscle wasting might not be as bad as I had feared, and that there might still be time to fix the nerve situation before the muscles get too much worse. My doc had told me he thought that clinically I had a good chance for recovery, but the past few days I'd given up completely because it seemed to be deteriorating so rapidly.
Just goes to show ya...as JustRob said, I guess one should never give up!
BTW, my son turned down my offer and suggested I hang onto the guitars.