I’ve learned 2 things this week: (1) There is something wrong with my right arm and hand, and (2) I can be surprisingly ambidextrous when the situation demands (evidence: see sad hand below). The problem — a brand new one — came on very suddenly about 3 weeks ago. I suddenly started having serious pain in my arm, the area between my wrist and my elbow. The pain was a deep-down throbbing kind of pain, which I would feel most strongly at night. In the morning, that pain would shift position and concentrate in, of all places, the back of my hand. My arm was also as weak as a kitten. Then for a couple of days, all seemed OK again. And now, things are back to being not OK.
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The question posed by this post’s title was on my and my colleagues’ minds all day today. We didn’t hold a “party” per se. In fact, the event that we held was no fun whatsoever. But I digress. The cogent point is: no one showed up! Continue reading
I think that Julius Caesar’s soothsayer may have been on to something. But in my case, the last 2 weeks have seemed more like a scene out of the Twilight Zone than a Shakespearean play. In retrospect, there were several months of foreshadowing, but I was still caught completely off-guard by the news.
Even during the best of times, we fear it. We dread it. And we know that someday, we will get it. And we know that the shrill ring piercing the night at the ungodly hour of O’dark-thirty is never someone calling to say that we’ve just won a lottery, or otherwise happy news. This past weekend, I received my first 1AM phone call. Continue reading
The house has risen! And in last 2 nights since the foundation repair crew left, the house sure had a lot to say about the “abuse” it had received. The otherwise quiet nights were filled with grumbling sounds (usually my Man is the source of those noises), pops and crackles. Sounded like the whole gosh-darned thing was going to fall down.
Tomorrow, my house will be lifted. Despite the fact that I work with “rocket scientists”, I never cease to be amazed by what mere, puny humans can do. Continue reading