It was so much a surprise I msged Cat because she knows that's been a fight. The Apple Low-Profile Snakebite Keyboard was replaced with a full-size classic Apple USB keyboard and a few days later a Belkin gel pad arrived. The difference to my hand is striking since the angry red on the primary pressure point has diminished significantly. I may also get a wrist brace before things run out and that should give the trifecta with enough overkill to keep the problem dead.
The wrist brace will inevitably be annoying because it's tight, probably hot, and will seriously encourage to take it back off again (i.e. get the hell away from the computer). All good things.
Note: the arrival of those packages was hugely faster than Amazon predicted so that was yet another surprise on top of the rest. It seemed a whole lot of serendipity happened.
That was not the background situation but rather another joy within it which turned out difficult to resolve. The clear improvement now is kind of a surprise now even though I knew what I was doing this time would likely hit it. Maybe it's kind of a surprise at how quickly it starts to work.
The crusher has been the arm affected is not the one with the smashed shoulder so getting so much numbness coming from this one (or wherever) strikes the immediate thought I've trashed that one as well.
Tough love only means something when you use it on yourself.
(Ed: do old bitches keep spewing aphorisms in the same manner as things shooting from a goose's backside?)
Prob'ly so, prob'ly so.
Both arms are still feeling it this morning but I feel damn good for that because I made them bitches work and that is always just swell. The music sounded pleasing to me and not just some wimp ass trying to see if he's still alive. Music has life far beyond the sound. The trick of the musician is to show you and, best of all, by playing it for you.
But, is it better than a Big Boy at Frisch's Mainliner on Spring Grove? (Unknown if he or it is still there. I probably shot this one on Central Parkway. Frisch's is an "American Graffiti" kind of place.)
Yevette shot some good pics of Fort Worth some days ago. She knows what I mean that I don't care about luxy glass and concrete rubbish since that doesn't give the character to a city, only to the Trumps. I want stuff from out here where you can see what we of the little people do. That's what gives any city its flavor while concrete and glass only give us traffic jams and endemic social dysfunction.
The wrist brace will inevitably be annoying because it's tight, probably hot, and will seriously encourage to take it back off again (i.e. get the hell away from the computer). All good things.
Note: the arrival of those packages was hugely faster than Amazon predicted so that was yet another surprise on top of the rest. It seemed a whole lot of serendipity happened.
That was not the background situation but rather another joy within it which turned out difficult to resolve. The clear improvement now is kind of a surprise now even though I knew what I was doing this time would likely hit it. Maybe it's kind of a surprise at how quickly it starts to work.
The crusher has been the arm affected is not the one with the smashed shoulder so getting so much numbness coming from this one (or wherever) strikes the immediate thought I've trashed that one as well.
Tough love only means something when you use it on yourself.
(Ed: do old bitches keep spewing aphorisms in the same manner as things shooting from a goose's backside?)
Prob'ly so, prob'ly so.
Both arms are still feeling it this morning but I feel damn good for that because I made them bitches work and that is always just swell. The music sounded pleasing to me and not just some wimp ass trying to see if he's still alive. Music has life far beyond the sound. The trick of the musician is to show you and, best of all, by playing it for you.
But, is it better than a Big Boy at Frisch's Mainliner on Spring Grove? (Unknown if he or it is still there. I probably shot this one on Central Parkway. Frisch's is an "American Graffiti" kind of place.)
Yevette shot some good pics of Fort Worth some days ago. She knows what I mean that I don't care about luxy glass and concrete rubbish since that doesn't give the character to a city, only to the Trumps. I want stuff from out here where you can see what we of the little people do. That's what gives any city its flavor while concrete and glass only give us traffic jams and endemic social dysfunction.
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