Typing with one hand, now, and not for any enjoyably naughty reason, unfortunately. Now, I'm no fan of doctors, especially not a fan of the ER, but I'm not a dope. Much as I'd love to never visit a medical facility ever again in my entire life, I knew something was amiss in my left arm/hand this evening that I should have looked at. Not a blood clot. Not a heart attack. Not a broken bone. Just sudden severe tennis elbow. Be it from too much hard labor, too much typing or too much sex, the result is a plaster splint, Tylenol and an appointment with the hand surgeon. Oh joy. Nothing says TGIF like Tenosynovitis.
