Injuries from "The War"
I haven't been at it long, I'll admit, but this 'grown up' thing already has me down. It's not the long hours, it's not the bill paying - it's the injuries. But what injuries! I am coming down with the scourge of the nerdly set, the precursor to carpal tunnel syndrome.
This is hardly the way I saw my end coming. I thought I'd be at the top of a mountain, wrapped in the flag, with a large spotlight on me crying out, "Come and taste human steel you villains!". Alas, my end is not the honorable one I had envisioned. What would my proud Viking ancestors say? Will the battle to improve throughput time count as I petition to take my seat in Valhalla?
Now I can hear some of you chuckling with prurient glee in the background. No, my wrist does not hurt for the reasons you think it does. What's most vexing about the whole thing is that my job requires that I continue at least some of the activities that brought this damned affliction upon me, namely mousing and typing. So I am basically between the rock and the hard place, which would make me a tragic hero in the epic mold, except for the wussy nature of my injury. Which makes it even more tragic. Alas!
Comments
Mouse-and-type ought to get its own CT sub-category. And a catchy name. Like wristitis.
Posted by: Alex | January 6, 2006 8:32 AM
Viking ancestors? Am I in the wrong blog?
Posted by: Jackson | January 6, 2006 5:57 PM
I know I've shown you the red hairs in my beard, right? Just call me Leif Elhas-sen.
Posted by: Lo Fat Mo | January 6, 2006 7:50 PM
Hey there, mon frere. You're going to have to start being a little more selfish, looking out for you needs, and start neglecting the clitoral cursor. You need to use a different hand at work and at home. That's what I do. It feels like a whole other person.. (is mousing).
Posted by: les | January 7, 2006 11:25 AM
The clitoral cursor may be the only actioin I get these days buddy, as you well know. You're entirely correct though, and I've been learning the hard way about "the stranger". It makes things easier ....
Posted by: Lo Fat Mo | January 7, 2006 11:40 AM
Have you actually gone to see a specialist about it, yet? Ginger thought she was developing CPS, but then it turned out to just be a couple of silly cysts. Cysts she will likely get surgically removed this summer. We will then sue the cysts for pain and suffering, natch.
Posted by: iain | January 7, 2006 2:41 PM
I've only seen our staff medical personnel and physical therapists. I don't think it's carpal, just a tendon thing for now, but who knows? I could just sue!
Posted by: Lo Fat Mo | January 7, 2006 5:36 PM
Wait... you aren't trusting the STAFF medical personnel to help you, are you? They're PAID by the company. Does anyone else see a conflict of interest, or am I being too leftist/punkrock/conspiracy theorist/ect. again?
Posted by: Jackson | January 8, 2006 2:47 AM
I have your Penguin, Dont be stupid, Viking ancestors? Im with Jackson, I had to reload the URL twice, bing its my fisrt time here and all. Then I realized, Mo at his finnest!
Posted by: Dave Money | January 8, 2006 9:18 AM
Point and point, I might have to go to my doctor and get screwed by my HMO instead.
Money, time to brush up on the spelling mister. And stop molesting the penguin.
Posted by: Lo Fat Mo | January 8, 2006 8:40 PM
I'm with them. Viking ancestors? Who's blog am I reading? Ah, you were being figurative!! yes, you are a viking in spirit if not in reality.
Work tells us to make sure we take breaks durring the day to stretch your wrists and hands. Yoga was my cure for hand and wrist pain. If all else fails, find a good massage therapist.
Posted by: miss sasha | January 8, 2006 10:45 PM
I have red hairs in my beard dammit! RED! Ahem....
My work tells me to take breaks too, then they tell me that I need to get the Johansen file needs to be done by close of business. It's our biggest account, don't screw it up! Ahem ...
Posted by: Lo Fat Mo | January 8, 2006 10:51 PM
Viking ancestors? Next thing you'll be telling us is "My name is Mo McCloud from the Clan McCloud and I canna die" ( insert anguished scream followed by passionate lovemaking)
Dude, it's only a job. Take the breaks. It's not worth ruining your hands over.
Posted by: JeSuisMe | January 9, 2006 9:08 AM
Easy there Mr "It's only a job", I've seen your work hours!
And frankly I canna die. It's not something I talk about, but it's just a fact. Now I need to go talk to someone about passionate lovemaking...
Posted by: Lo Fat Mo | January 9, 2006 11:40 AM
Point taken Mo Ericsson-Awadsson... But I work for myself now ;)
And you don't see me walking around with a dorky wrist cast/bowlers glove because I break.
Posted by: JeSuisMe | January 11, 2006 7:54 AM
Yeah the dorky, wrist cast/bowlers glove is an embarassing thing. It's like a wearing braces at this age ... not the way to get to passionate lovemaking. The only thing worse you could do to yourself is wear a fedora and a fannypack with your 10 year old Linux t-shirt.
Posted by: Lo Fat Mo | January 11, 2006 3:44 PM