I thought of cropping this shot, then a) the thought of more mouse work made me want to cry, and b) it shows, as I titled the shot, the implements of my destruction...though the longer I think on it, it's/they're really more, the implements of my misery.
Have you any idea how hard it is to take a picture with your left hand? I apologize to all left-handers for the stupidity of putting the picture-taking button so whole-heartedly on the right-hand side of a camera. We righties are obviously a big group of horrid righties-rule biggots.
I don't own a tripod, I used my right-hand shoulder for stability...but there is my swollen monstrosity of a hand in its patient and loving wrist brace. Now if I could just find something to help the forearm, bicep and shoulder, I'd be so rockin' the data-entry.
So yeah, I'm typing left-handed right now, and it sucks.
I'm becoming way adept at left-handed mousing. I know, another oh so useful skill.
I've also noted that if I place my right hand on my hip a la Rachel in Bladerunner? It hurts less. I look like a total fool walking around like that, but whatevers, I'm much more into less pain than looking cool these days. This goes a long way into explaining the "old-lady" big pants and floppy shirts of late. The L.A. Fashionistas of my youth can bite me.
Right, so, still in a bit of pain, but here. 1.5 weeks to go before the imminent change of current assignments, I so cannot wait. (And I really am not sure if that was a sarcastic line...I seem to have developed more of a "wait and see" attitude about it all.)