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marinessSo I appear to be typing mostly one handed today.
Alas, not for the delightful reasons that statement might imply.
Somehow or other I managed to jam up my ring finger to the point where it can best described as "lightly sprained." As long as I don't move it much, it just exists as either a low level ache or nothing at all - quite tolerable, and nothing at all to worry about.
Until I move it, when it rises up shrieking to explain, in a painful and specific fashion, just why this is NOT a good idea at the moment, thanks muchly.
Don't use the finger, I tell myself while writing what is meant to be a perfectly friendly email about pelicans to a friend. Just don't use the finger. I played classical piano for years, so even though I'm very strongly right handed (to the point where if anything goes wrong with that hand, things are going to be...interesting...since my ability to do anything other than type and play the piano with that hand, and most specifically, sign documents and so on, is really limited) I can individually move each finger of my left hand without disturbing the other one easily enough. I start off. Small problem: I also continue to type from the wrist, so this means moving the finger...Ok. That can be controlled. Start again, do so well that I entirely forget not to type with that finger and yowl. A cat comes over to investigate and decides that the most helpful thing to do is try to paw at my entire hand, which is not only less helpful than it might sound, but also incites the curiosity and jealousy of the other cat. Cats are removed. Just don't use the finger......and then we start this entire process again.
Fortunately, the refrigerator has a plentiful supply of fresh cherries on hand. One handed cherry eating for the win....
Er.
On a completely different note, the main thing I'd like to say about this is that evolution is not a belief or a belief system. It might help if we all stopped describing it as such.
Alas, not for the delightful reasons that statement might imply.
Somehow or other I managed to jam up my ring finger to the point where it can best described as "lightly sprained." As long as I don't move it much, it just exists as either a low level ache or nothing at all - quite tolerable, and nothing at all to worry about.
Until I move it, when it rises up shrieking to explain, in a painful and specific fashion, just why this is NOT a good idea at the moment, thanks muchly.
Don't use the finger, I tell myself while writing what is meant to be a perfectly friendly email about pelicans to a friend. Just don't use the finger. I played classical piano for years, so even though I'm very strongly right handed (to the point where if anything goes wrong with that hand, things are going to be...interesting...since my ability to do anything other than type and play the piano with that hand, and most specifically, sign documents and so on, is really limited) I can individually move each finger of my left hand without disturbing the other one easily enough. I start off. Small problem: I also continue to type from the wrist, so this means moving the finger...Ok. That can be controlled. Start again, do so well that I entirely forget not to type with that finger and yowl. A cat comes over to investigate and decides that the most helpful thing to do is try to paw at my entire hand, which is not only less helpful than it might sound, but also incites the curiosity and jealousy of the other cat. Cats are removed. Just don't use the finger......and then we start this entire process again.
Fortunately, the refrigerator has a plentiful supply of fresh cherries on hand. One handed cherry eating for the win....
Er.
On a completely different note, the main thing I'd like to say about this is that evolution is not a belief or a belief system. It might help if we all stopped describing it as such.
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Date: 2010-06-21 03:16 am (UTC)