Sore Hands.

Feeling a bit sorry for myself today. We’ve been having the usual pre-Christmas changes to schedule – Christmas concerts, husband away with work, sick children – you probably know the score. These I’m coping with (sort of), but the thing that is getting me down today, is my sore hands.

I’ve had eczema since forever, and I think on the whole I’ve learned to live with it or at least manage it pretty well. But just occasionally, it gets out of control. it’s as if a balance tips and instead of being able to ‘get on with it’, it becomes too uncomfortable to manage.

These days, it’s really only my hands with which I have a problem. Years back, it was all over – including my face, which I can tell you, is incredibly hard to handle – but sometime in my mid-forties, the eczema on the face and body cleared away.

But hands are tricky things, especially when you have to wash them frequently – and for the last three weeks, the skin on my hands has been suffering. I do my best to keep them moisturised, but have you ever noticed how often you wash your hands during a day? I now have seven out of ten fingers/thumbs which hurt like hell and are in a bad way.

It will clear up eventually, I’ve been in this situation lots of times before, but right now, it’s a giant pain in the proverbial. There’s a lot I want to get done, but you’d be amazed how restricting it is when your hands are covered in greasy stuff so they don’t crack. I’ve even had to wipe a bit of the stuff off so I can type without transferring goo to the keyboard. The poor mouse is already slimy.

I can’t write the Christmas cards because I’ll get greasy marks on everything. I can’t make sausage rolls because the¬†extra¬†hand washing is devastating, but worst of all – I can’t sew – it just hurts and little wounds keep opening up and then bleeding – definitely not what you want on your wools and silks. I bled on one of the bell ropes at the weekend – very unsavoury indeed.

So, for the moment, I’m stuck here, feeling miserable. Yuck.