I fucked up my left wrist. It's been weak since an overanxious knitting rampage back in the fall of '05, and I did something to it while typing like a mad woman in the last week and now I can barely type this. As a historian who takes all of her notes on her laptop, not being able to type is like walking by a bakery the morning you started your diet. Or for my lactose troubled readers, going to a cheese fondue party...
enough, I need to stop. I keep going and it just hurts. Kungfu and Knotty may get typed notes this week.
Between Tweak and myself, we win for totally stupid injuries.
Argh.
*sends a bottle of Advil through the internet...tied with blue and white ribbon* L'chaim!
ReplyDeleteOk, so maybe chicken noodle soup is more appropriate, but seeing as our Wonder Jew Powers didn't activate quite as well as we'd like, Advil's probably the better answer.
Also, beer.
Oh, man, I'm sorry dude. I type as much as you do and I would totally freak out bigtime if I was cut off. As the cards say, get well soon.
ReplyDeletethat sucks! It's still not as dumb as when I fell on my face while running on flat ground and got 6 stitches. Of course, I could still type.
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