Creativity, constraints and consumption

How an injury to my right hand has taken me down an unexpected creative route

Surprise Constrains:

Two weeks ago I dramatically injured my right hand in a late night washing up accident. I somehow smashed a glass bowl through my hand at velocity as it slipped, both slicing and stabbing myself. Blood sprayed all over the sink and floor and I had was rushed to emergency in a sobbing shaking mess. One night, some fentanyl, oxycodone, local and general anaesthetic and antibiotics later, I had hand surgery to open up my hand, extract the glass, and stitch it all back up.

Highlights from the ordeal include a kind nurse in the surgery recovery ward giving me not one but two lemonade icy poles, many toasty blankets, and coming home to find my hungry cat had done a great job of lapping up the blood I spilled.

Back home I was initially in a drug hyped stupor and relief at having made it through surgery ok. This quickly wore off into gruelling pain and the frustration of not being able to do anything requiring my right hand. Sleep has been tough, it turns out that opioids make me feel nauseous…