It's happened. I can't flip anyone off anymore. At least not first thing in the morning. Not that there's anyone I really need to flip off first thing in the morning, save for the poolman peering in the window before I've put on my 'face' or the trash guys who clatter down the street before god-fearin' folks are even awake. But it's nice to know you can give someone the bird on command.
Problem is my hands don't want to work in the mornings. Not sure if it's arthritis or too much salt or not enough salt or a hormonal imbalance or some rare Nubian disease I picked up telepathically while watching the National Geographic channel, but my fingers don't want to do what I want them to do. They just don't.
The other morning my right hand was completely numb, kind of like when your foot falls asleep, but this time it took about half an hour to come back to life. No joke. And after it did, I couldn't make a fist or even pick up a cup of coffee for another half. I ask you, WTF? I'm waaaay too young for these shenanigans. I'm also too young to be using the word 'shenanigans.'
The point is I'm barely pushing 50. My doctor father will tell you it's because I do too much with my hands between typing all day,knitting at night, playing tennis in the mornings, and the bare knuckle cage fighting on weekends.
I've decided he might be on to something, so I'm giving up the knitting.
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