Also my wrist hurts.
I think that I did something funny to it last week when pulling that freakin' sled for the millionth time to school.
So basically, not only is my husband out of luck but typing is causing me some pain.
And I'm really paranoid about wrist pain. I worked for years in a rehab and most of the time carpal tunnel syndrome was the least of a client's issues because severed spine trumps nagging wrist pain every single time. Funny how life works like that. Yet, the pain it would cause when clients would complain, made me hyper paranoid about wrist things.
Anyhow every so often there would be an out-patient sent in for workplace ergonomics assessment because their back or wrists were getting injured at the cube farm. Basically the office furniture didn't give them any respect and therapists would show them how to take charge of their tiny six foot by six foot corner of the workplace world. Theoretically. Because you know, on a cube farm - well is anyone really in charge that sits in a cube? I thought not, all and any power is an illusion. Cube farms are the veal industry of humanity.
But enough about my wrist and my opinions on cube farms. I'm looking for grace in small things:
- my iTouch
- tissue with moisturiser built-in
- the letter X
- smiling cashiers at the grocery store
- Cadbury cream eggs