lscottk
Experienced
In 2012 I ran into a big problem with my fretting hand. I had just joined a new band and we were practicing 2 -3 times per week to get our set list together in order to play a wedding gig for a friend who was getting married. During the intense practice time to learn new songs, I started developing a nasty pain in the palm of my fretting hand. I also experienced tingling and weakness in my fretting ring and pinky fingers. I pushed through the pain, even though it kept getting worse and worse, because I didn't want to disappoint my friend. We completed the gig, but immediately after I had to quit playing. I could barely practice 10 - 15 minutes before the pain became unbearable. So I stopped playing. For the next 4 - 5 years I tried everything - occupational therapy, nerve studies, MRI's, acupuncture, chiropractic, stretching. I saw multiple hand specialists. No one could figure out the problem. Eventually, my doctor suggested that I go see a hand specialist at the University of Washington Hospital. This doctor works with athletes, so the idea was that, due to his expertise, he may have additional suggestions on how to fix the problem. He looked over my previous MRIs and tests, and eventually suggested that a bone in my hand, called the Hamate bone, appeared to be slightly too long. The Hamate bone is adjacent to the Ulnar nerve, which is the nerve that connects to the ring and pinky fingers. He said that my Hamate bone appeared long enough that it might be irritating the ulnar nerver. He suggested that I have the Hmate bone surgically removed. He also said that he couldn't guarantee that this surgery would resolve the problem. He did place the liklihood of success at 70% - 80%. At this point I had tried everything that I could think of, so in April 2019, I had the surgery. After months of recovery, slowly regaining my strength and dexterity, I began to play pain free. I wasn't able to practice 5 - 6 hours a day as I used to, but I could practice for an hour and not be in agony. So I decided I was ready to join a band again.
About 2 months ago I met another guitarist and we began the search to find other musicians. We found 3 really good musicians and I'm really excited. This might be the best band that I've ever been in. I'm 62 and have been a musician since I was 12, so I've been in a number of bands over the years. Hot dog! I'm excited! Plus we had good chemistry and joked around. It was a good scene.
And, as I start working on our song catalog, I realize that while my hand is working, a degenerative disk in my neck is getting aggravated. It so happens that the aggrated nerve is my ulnar nerve, the same nerve that was getting irritated prior to my surgery. And I start to realize that I can't practice as much as I need to to prepare before our weekly practice. SHIT!
I believe in being honest and transparent, so I first brought up what was happening to the other guitarist. I also told the other band mates what was happening. I intended to slog through. And then I realize that I don't enjoy playing when it hurts so much. Plus the muscles in my forearm are tightening up, which inhibits my dexterity. Chords and repetition that I used to do effortlessly are now painful. My movement is inhibited. I can't do what I used to do. SHIT!
Yesterday, the other guitarist told me that I was "fired". He was a dick about it. It was not a surprise that I was asked to leave, because I wasn't pulling my weight. But I expected a little kindness from him, because I thought we were friends.
After sitting with all of the feelings that have come up I have come to accept that I can't be in a band if I can't practice and prepare. So, though the other guitarist behaved like a jerk, he was also right. We could have had the same outcome of my being asked to leave, but saved the friendship. But that's not what happened. So today, I'm angry and hurt. And I'm choosing to move on and remember the fun that we had as a band before the pain set in.
I'm posting here because of my grief and loss. Getting older means that the body accumulates wear and tear. With wear and tear comes more limitations. As a counselor told me once, sometimes things really are as bad as they look. Facing reality is hard. And, as Betty White once said,“Old age ain't no place for sissies.” When I was in my teens and 20s, my rock and roll self joked that I wouldn't make it past 30. Here I am at 62 with a wonderful wife and a terrific, talented son. I am grateful. And I pray that my health recovers to the point that I can do what I love so much - play the guitar.
About 2 months ago I met another guitarist and we began the search to find other musicians. We found 3 really good musicians and I'm really excited. This might be the best band that I've ever been in. I'm 62 and have been a musician since I was 12, so I've been in a number of bands over the years. Hot dog! I'm excited! Plus we had good chemistry and joked around. It was a good scene.
And, as I start working on our song catalog, I realize that while my hand is working, a degenerative disk in my neck is getting aggravated. It so happens that the aggrated nerve is my ulnar nerve, the same nerve that was getting irritated prior to my surgery. And I start to realize that I can't practice as much as I need to to prepare before our weekly practice. SHIT!
I believe in being honest and transparent, so I first brought up what was happening to the other guitarist. I also told the other band mates what was happening. I intended to slog through. And then I realize that I don't enjoy playing when it hurts so much. Plus the muscles in my forearm are tightening up, which inhibits my dexterity. Chords and repetition that I used to do effortlessly are now painful. My movement is inhibited. I can't do what I used to do. SHIT!
Yesterday, the other guitarist told me that I was "fired". He was a dick about it. It was not a surprise that I was asked to leave, because I wasn't pulling my weight. But I expected a little kindness from him, because I thought we were friends.
After sitting with all of the feelings that have come up I have come to accept that I can't be in a band if I can't practice and prepare. So, though the other guitarist behaved like a jerk, he was also right. We could have had the same outcome of my being asked to leave, but saved the friendship. But that's not what happened. So today, I'm angry and hurt. And I'm choosing to move on and remember the fun that we had as a band before the pain set in.
I'm posting here because of my grief and loss. Getting older means that the body accumulates wear and tear. With wear and tear comes more limitations. As a counselor told me once, sometimes things really are as bad as they look. Facing reality is hard. And, as Betty White once said,“Old age ain't no place for sissies.” When I was in my teens and 20s, my rock and roll self joked that I wouldn't make it past 30. Here I am at 62 with a wonderful wife and a terrific, talented son. I am grateful. And I pray that my health recovers to the point that I can do what I love so much - play the guitar.