Invaluable Hand Weakness Novels & Stories

Paige’s POV I sucked my breath and wiped the tears in my cheeks after I dropped the coffee I’m making. My right hand is trembling and I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. My heart is pounding so hard in so much anger. I can’t make coffee. I have completely lost my chance to do what I love the most. My wrist had surgery but I couldn’t use it normally like before. I feel so useless. I feel so worthless. I cried harder, unable to take it anymore. I slowly fell on my knees and stared at my trembling right hand. This is so fcking unfair!

Once I got my right hand free, I turned onto the left one, it was twice as painful as the first one but I managed to get my hands off. My breath got to my throat, I couldn’t breathe satisfactorily, and I had to struggle to inhale and exhale. On one hand, is dehydration and on the other is frailty, I feel weak and suffocated, feeling like I’m gonna lose balance and fall to the ground.

Anything. Suddenly Angel felt sorry for promising something that seemed like Gamma could use to take advantage of her. But it has already happened, after all, seeing that bandage on Gamma's hand made Angel feel very guilty. The right hand is a vital hand for a violinist. The hand is used to play the violin bow and is very important in creating sound. The right hand for a violinist is responsible for the quality of tone, rhythm, dynamics, articulation and timbre, but now Gamma is injured in his right hand. Rain said that the man had difficulty even moving his fingers.

Motor Function Assessment: Upper extremities: Significant bilateral weakness, 2/5 strength in intrinsic hand muscles Lower extremities: Moderate weakness, 3/5 strength in ankle dorsiflexion Fine motor control: Severely impaired Sensory function: Reduced sensation in glove-and-stocking distribution Prognosis: Continued progression expected. At current rate of decline, patient will require mobility assistance within 12-18 months. Complete loss of independent hand function expected within 2-3 years. Elara read that last line three times. Two to three years until Victoria lost all independent hand function. Until she could neither feed or dress herself. Couldn't do any of the basic tasks that re

"The flexibility of your fingers will never return to what it once was. Playing music will be extremely difficult. Even painting will be affected. Especially… your left hand." It was her own left hand that Sharon had used to shatter her right. She had left herself some leeway—though her right hand was injured, it had not been rendered completely useless. But her left hand had been crushed under Jamie's heel. The damage was so severe it was nearly beyond repair. If Uriah himself were not performing the surgery, the hand would almost certainly be left with crippling aftereffects. Wendy's tears fell anew. Sharon's gift with the violin was unparalleled. Even someone like Harry, a renowned violin

He swore under his breath. "Doctor, can her hand recover?" The elderly doctor pushed his glasses up, his face grim. "It's difficult. The nerve damage is severe, and without proper rest… "Even with the best rehabilitation, she'll likely only regain basic grip function. It'll be impossible for her to use a knife or gun like before." I stared down at my ruined hand, emptiness settling in. This hand had been my pride once, and now it was gone. Leo suddenly stood, brushing aside the nurse bandaging him, and strode over to me. He dropped to one knee so his eyes met mine. It was an incredibly submissive position.

It was instinct… when a crying woman lays bare her vulnerability, your body reacts before your brain does. “Lately… it’s been really hard,” I said. “My hand, you know, is healing slowly. The doctor said it might never be the same again.” I raised my right hand. The bandage had long since been removed, but my fingers still didn’t bend and straighten easily — especially my ring finger and pinky, which felt like two unruly, withered twigs. I held my hand out in front of him, letting the city lights fall on the scar.

He won't look at any of us. "We pumped your stomach as the medicine and the alcohol hadn't done any damage yet. The cuts on your left wrist cut into your artery which is where most of the bleeding came from. Thankfully we got you stitched up before you lost too much blood," the doctor says. Marcus is looking at his hands that are still shaking a lot. "Why are my hands doing this?" He asks quietly. "You damaged a lot of the muscles and nerves. You'll have to have physiotherapy to regain the control of your hand movements," the doctor says with a sympathetic smile. I look down at Marcus' hands and can see him struggling to get them to move smoothly.

"It was affected pretty badly during your accident, we had to perform surgery in it. I'm sorry to say this, Mr Johannson but that hand is practically useless now." King was dazed. He remembered. He remembered Jamal smashing the heavy iron chains on his hand, he remembered screaming, he remembered feeling his Jones shatter...he gulped, tears burning his eyes. "Isn't there anything that can be done? Treatment, drugs, surgery, anything." Joan was desperate. He gave a grim smile, "We could try drugs to stimulate the nerves but it's not a sure guarantee. Also exercise, we have exercises for patients in such situations, it may help but it's also not a sure guarantee. As I stated earlier, the hand

Vincenzo's frantic voice came from the doorway. "Dr. Johnson, is there really nothing you can do about it? She's a surgeon! Her hands are her livelihood! If she can no longer perform surgery, how could she possibly... I really don't know how to break the bad news to her!" “Mr. Cursley, we have done everything we can. However, the nerve damage in her hands is severe, particularly in the areas that control small, precise movements. Even if she has the best medical care, the possibility of her returning to her work... is extremely low.”