My RSI, let me show you it
May. 29th, 2008 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceToday 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.
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.