Friday, February 23, 2007
In which there is an attempt to silence me
I've somehow screwed up my right hand. Possibly while I was sleeping.
I say sleeping, because I really have absolutely idea how it got this way and I noticed my finger hurting first right after waking up.
The day before yesterday, I just thought it was my pinkie finger. Then yesterday, it got a little worse. Today I woke up and can barely use my hand. It hurts to hold a pencil and I can't comfortably type anything with with a P, ", ], or ?. Ow.
Maybe the universe is trying to curtail my attempts at communication.
I can't figure out if something is broken, sprained or dislocated.