Mulling over a blog name change

Well typing that title was a bit of a surprise to me, but that’s what I’m mulling over at the moment. And I don’t know about you but when there’s something to mull both my unconscious and conscious mind take part and not always in the balance I’d like. The consequence is that things start, but don’t always finish, some things end before they’ve started and generally I don’t get anywhere near as much done as I’d like to.

Back when I first shared on here that we were looking to move, one of the first questions people naturally asked was “will you change your blog name?”

Back then my answer was a definitive no, and while the whole business of moving house was taking place that was firmly my intention. Since we’ve moved people have asked again if I’ll change the name here, and I’m much less sure of my answer.

I’d thought that our house - 139a - was very much part of us and our lives together - it was our first house together, we celebrated our engagement there one snowy February day, and even held our wedding reception in the garden. It has hosted many friends and family gatherings, most recently for our combined 110th celebration (two fiftieth birthdays and ten years of marriage!) and it obviously has lots of memories, as houses do. And while we were ready to move, and had emotionally detached from the house I’ve been surprised by how little I think of our old house (even if at times I do still refer to it as back home!) and MOH feels the same too.

We’ve been in Nottinghamshire not quite two months, and we already feel very settled. We’re so glad we carried on with the faff to buy this house - that’s a story for another day - as it immediately felt right, and even more so the day we moved in. Buying it took a while to make it happen as we first viewed it in August 2022, with the most recent and final viewing in May 2023 - the short version is we lost it twice, but got there in the end.

But anyway I digress.

Because our new house feels so much like home, and has done from when we moved in, renaming my blog and moving away from 139a feels like a logical step. Which is a sentence I never thought I’d type, but I am and it feels right. Last February I celebrated ten years in this space, and things change, and that’s ok.

The tricky bit is to what, and that’s what I’ve been mulling.

Even writing this post has made me realise that a name change will happen - even though it brings a fair amount of work, and needs to be looked into in more detail, but it’ll happen because it feels the right thing to do. I’m pretty sure there’ll still be ‘life’ in there somewhere as my blog has always been about more than the house and garden, but what exactly, who knows?

I’ve a couple of ideas which I’ve started to check out on social media and google searches, and one looks more promising than the other. But it’s a tricky one, as I don’t want to leave it to long that inertia sets in, or even worse that in the interim someone nabs the name, or something similar (I think that’s probably unlikely, but…)

The other thing writing this post has done is to help me think things through and free up some space for new stuff to take - and hopefully that will be on the creative side, and help with what this space will become. It’s something I want to get right the first time, I don’t want to be changing it every week or so, but I’m happy that I have the startings of a plan. I do like a plan!

In the meantime though I’ll be carrying on in my current guise, but just know that a change is on the cards, but it’ll still be me with the variety of posts you’re used to.

Until then, enjoy a picture of the Red Arrows flying over our house, as they did on Wednesday afternoon!

Random? Yes, but a pleasant discovery! There’s an an RAF base a bit further down the road and the Red Arrows were just part of an event taking place that us, and other people close by could benefit from. Who knew we’d have such entertainment annually right above our heads!

Carpal Tunnel Syndrome and me - a post-op update

Back in April I shared how Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (CTS) was affecting me, and how through an NHS referral I was offered an operation - a cancellation - on 10 June.

It’s now just over a month since my operation, and so I thought I’d share an update (spoiler: it’s all going well).

Ahead of my op

One of my biggest concerns ahead of the op was actually getting to the hospital for 7am, but it wasn’t anywhere near as problematic as I thought it would be. In fact we were the first people to arrive, and I soon learnt that my op was the first one of the day too, which was good news - much less time to worry, or even look worried.

I met my surgeon he confirmed my details, including which hand was to be operated on and then marked the area. I asked how long the operation would take, and was relieved to find that it would only take 5, maybe 6 minutes. We were led to the day room and looked after by the nurses doing the pre-op checks, none were that surprised that my blood pressure was a little higher than normal.

Now wearing my hospital gown I was off to theatre, that’s when it started to get real. Once there I had to hop up onto a trolley and ‘make myself comfortable’ - well, as much as you can. Whilst in the theatre area I wasn’t left on my own at all, even if the nurse who accompanied me was called elsewhere, another was called to replace her. This was both reassuring and slightly disconcerting, the latter because having got this far, I had no plans to escape or even to fall off the trolley.

During the operation

Once the local anaesthetic was doing its thing, and it was checked that it really was working, we were off. I felt nothing except for a slight twang at one point, not a painful twang at all, but similar to an elastic band pinging.

What struck me though was how the team in theatre worked like a well oiled machine, like a well practised dance with each playing their part. I couldn’t see what they were doing as the protective sheet I’d put my arm through was stiff enough to be arranged so that I couldn’t, and while I was curious, I was also grateful.

The bandage was on and I was in the recovery room, and once it had been established I was ok, quite soon back in my day room, where MOH had been very well looked after by the ward staff. He said he was just about to set off in search of coffee, when a head popped round the door and offered him a coffee. When I got back tea and biscuits arrived for me, and another coffee for him.

I wasn’t expecting the bandage to be quite so huge. In the pre-op phone call I’d been advised not to wear anything too tight fitting, but nothing more. It was like a comedy bandage, the sort you see in cartoons.

Nor was I expecting my hand to resemble an Oompah Loompah!

That was the iodine of course, which had been liberally applied in theatre. It comes off relatively easily with wet wipes, which was a blessing as I’d been instructed not to get this wet for two weeks.

Before I could leave I needed to see the physio who advised on some simple exercises to do every hour. So simple that I wouldn’t have usually classed them as exercises, but as the fortnight went on I realised these were showing quite clearly the movement and dexterity were returning, despite the huge comedy bandage.

Two weeks post-op

After two weeks I was back at the hospital to have my stitches out. The white bandage I’d left with was distinctly not so white when I returned. I’d not had stitches before, so I’d not had them out either. That was a whole new experience, and thankfully one that wasn’t painful either.

The nurse was very excited to see how well my wound was healing - she told me it was a nurse thing! There was some ‘canoeing’ but not much - this is, I think, when the wound is more open than is ideal, but it’s not a bad thing as such.

I left with steri strips on the wound, a dressing and wearing a tubigrip and with another for good measure. Which was just as well, as these were even harder to keep clean - especially as using my hand became so much easier (and because by this stage we knew our house move would likely take place quite soon).

Next I saw the consultant who was also pleased with my progress, and who wanted to talk about scheduling in some time for the operation for my left hand. Though after some discussion about the reduction of symptoms I’d had in my other hand since the operation, this was put on hold. While an operation may be needed at some point, I’m very much of the opinion that it should only happen then, and not just because it can. Thankfully my surgeon also agreed.

I’d been surprised that I’d experienced far fewer symptoms in my left hand since the operation. Whether that’s because it was being used more (I’m very right-handed) and so was getting stretched and more active naturally, or if because deep down it saw what happened and decided to behave. Who knows?!

Four weeks post-op

After another couple of weeks I was able to remove the steri strips. The nurses had told me how - get them wet in the shower, and gently rub them off - and what to expect. After being covered for a month my hand was dry, as was only to be expected. The nurses advised using vaseline or a plain hand cream to nourish it - and vaseline has been my choice, it works really well on rehydrating my hand.

I hadn’t realised that the skin on your hand is dead skin, and the top layers won’t heal as a cut on your arm would. It heals from the inside when the newer dead skin is at the surface, the things you learn.

On being out of action for two weeks

With the large comedy bandage driving wasn’t allowed, and in fact in the UK is illegal. Not that I wanted to drive, but not driving meant planning ahead, but it wasn’t impossible. The exercises to tap each fingertip to my thumb provided an immediate progress report, and by the end of the first week I was able to tap even my little finger to my thumb.

While the bandage did make normal, every day things tricky most of these were surmountable.

• Washing my hair was impossible to start with, so a trip to the hairdressers for a wash and blow dry was just the job.

• Eating was harder than I expected, and MOH needed to cut food up for me at times - though he cut things into pieces larger than I’d like. Food that was easiest to eat was anything I could pick up with my left hand, or stab with a fork. Fine dining it wasn’t, but nor was I hungry.

• Dressing was ok, well everything except my bra. For the first week MOH was called on to help me dress, but gradually I was able to do this myself. One morning he went out for a cycle returning amazed to find me still not dressed, until I pointed the obvious out.

• A sling helped with going out and about - not only acting as a visual clue for people to give me a wider berth than normal, but also because holding your hand above your heart while moving about, for an extended period is harder than you think. Really, it is.

• Juggling everything one-handed - I use a cross body bag in any case, and this was helpful as it kept my hands free. As we were off to Gardeners’ World Live where I knew I’d be taking pictures, I also bought myself a cross-body phone holder - this was unbelievably brilliant, and I’m still using it now. In fact I’m tempted to get another one so that I can coordinate it with outfits, and my mum has also admired it. A simple thing, that I wasn’t sure would work, but it really did.

The surgeon advised that as my hand was healing I would naturally use it more. He was right, but I’m not sure he knew that our house move was so imminent, and to be fair when I had the op on 10 June, nor did we! I have gradually used my hand more, but packing our house in a short time span was a no from me, and a no you’re not doing that from MOH - which was totally the right decision.

As for typing, up until now I’ve kept my posts here short or posted those which I’d prepared in advance, but now that the bandages and steri strips are off, I’m much more comfortable and confident to use my hand pretty much as I did before the operation. What with this and our house move though, there hasn’t been much room for typing though now I’m both are getting more settled I’m hoping to work out a new blogging routine and show you more of our house and the area we’ve moved to!

There’s a couple of things which remain challenging, like putting my hands at right angles to my wrists as in a press-up position, but that’s something to work on. Lifting - or rather shifting - heavy boxes still requires MOH’s help, and not just because they are heavy, but because you move your hand naturally to adjust to picking a box up and down again and that dexterity isn’t there just yet. The other thing that’s challenging is the locks on our new house - they’re new to me and generally just new, so are a bit stiffer than in our previous house, but really that’s not so much of an issue.

What’s next

I’m moisturising the wound with vaseline regularly, at least a couple of times a day, and have started massaging Bio Oil into the scar to help reduce that. Though it really is quite small, the whole incision area is about 2.5cm and about 1.5cm of that is more pronounced, though I expect once it’s healed it could easily pass for one of the lines on my hand.

I’m really pleased with how everything has gone so far, but I do want to check out some videos for exercises and massage tips to further speed up my healing. I also pleased that my left hand is continuing to behave, and even more so that I haven’t worn the splints since my operation.

The operation is more common than I knew, since I’ve had mine I’ve become more aware of other people who’ve gone through the same.

And really, my surgeon was right, it’s nothing to worry about at all. Phew.

Win a pair of tickets to BBC Gardeners' World Live on Sunday 18 June

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I’ve paired up with the team at BBC Gardeners’ World Live on this competition where you can enter to win a pair of standard adult tickets to BBC Gardeners’ World Live at Birmingham NEC. The tickets offered as the prize for this competition are valid for Sunday 18 June from 10am entry only, with a RRP of £54.00. For details of how to enter please see the ‘How to enter’ section further down in this post.

What to see at this year’s Gardeners’ World Live

• Stunning garden and planting ideas in the Show Gardens and Beautiful Borders

• Coronation inspired headline Show Garden ‘A Garden Fit for a King’ inspired by the HRH King Charles’ gardens at Highgrove

• Great shopping for plants, gardening kit, tools, equipment and more

• Stages and demo areas including a dedicated House Plants Hub

• Alfresco gardening advice with talks and appearances on Liz Earle Beauty Co.’s Botanical Show Garden with James Wong

• Grow-Your-Own talks on Lucy Hutchings’ Secret Homestead Garden

• BBC Good Food Show Summer entry with top chefs, experts and tasty shopping

• Family fun with entertainment, street food, bandstand and more.

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A winner will be chosen on 28 May and contacted by email. 

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*Discount is valid on adult/concession standard entry tickets. Not valid on Saturday, VIP, 2-day tickets, added extras or with any other offer. 15% discount offer starts on 11 May and ends at 23:59 on 2 June 2023. £3.95 transaction fee per e-ticket order. Details correct at time of publication.