My Arm, It Hates Me

OK – I think I may be able to type and write again!  *whew!*

My right arm has hurt terribly.  I have now reached the point to where I am going to the doctor.  There hasn’t been any pen holding, writing, typing, or much of anything.  Besides not be able to write, which has almost caused crying fits because I am super enjoying where the story is at and where it is going.

I am sure you are wondering just what I did to my arm to make it dislike me so, well, so would I.  *grrrr*

In other news – there really isn’t any:  I’ve really just been trying not to bump, touch, move too fast, or anything else that could possibly cause the right forearm to go into very painful fits.

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About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.
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1 Response to My Arm, It Hates Me

  1. Brian Bixby says:

    Sorry to hear it. It’s always annoying when your body won’t allow you to do what you feel you should be able to do.

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