My RSI, let me show you it

[desperance]

Today I am too weak to tear open the cellophane containing a pack of envelopes. Also, the effort made me ouchie. The failure made me hysterical, as I giggled my way downstairs for the office scissors (which had strayed into the kitchen, on account of I couldn't find the kitchen scissors... A place for everything, and nothing in its place: that was the rule yesterday. New rule tomorrow).

Why my hands should be bad today, given that I wrote nothing, nada, zip yesterday - well, that's just one of the manifest joys of chronic ouchie. It doesn't have to explain itself. Comes and goes at all hours, treats me like a hotel and never says thank you.

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[julesjones]

It's such fun, isn't it? Had a moment of mild panic last week when Best Beloved Keyboard had a sticky key, and I thought that I might have to go keyboard hunting again.

And to add insult to my repetitive strain injury, I am currently in search of a day job, and this week's ads on the Civil Service website have been heavily concentrated on the data entry or "manual handling required" types of admin jobs...