I’m writing this on my iPhone at a forced leisurely pace, tapping in characters with my thumbs as it’s the only method of mechanical writing currently at my disposal that doesn’t amplify the pain in my right hand. Specifically, my index and ring fingers. Not that writing this way is all that comfortable, but it beats the alternative a mile.
There has been at least a change in the carpal tunnel (I suspect) induced owwie. Instead of shooting pain periodically blasting through, now it’s a stabbing pain. If nothing else I’m working my way down the alphabet. Perhaps eventually the English language will run out of words and everything will stop hurting. Or I’ll admit the truth and schedule a visit to my doctor to commence slice ‘n stitch time. As opposed to shake ‘n bake, or guns ‘n roses.
Speaking of the latter, I noticed an ad today for a Slash model Gibson Les Paul. Um, sure. If I’m going to shell out that much money I’ll go for the Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top fame version. Or simply buy a new Traditional. Which I don’t see happening for a couple thousand good reasons, although I’d love to have one. Thankfully, I’m more than happy with my dirty blonde girlfriend (it’s still a guitar, people), which like its owner is a relic from the ’70s.
Would that I could play my Les Paul with the breathtaking brilliance of its designer. At least I can play; for whatever reason holding the guitar pick doesn’t bring the pain like typing does. Yet even in this I am completely overshadowed by Paul, who after a severe auto accident was informed he’d have to have his right elbow set in a single permanent position. He had it bent at the proper angle to continue playing. I’ll be quite happy to forever let him take preeminence in this regard!
Time for bed, tonight hopefully minus the dark, disturbing dreams that have made sleep a rather fitful event the past few nights. If I’m going to be staying up this late I should watch Red Eye. I’d love to be on it some day. Pretty sure I could keep up with Greg Gutfeld. Ah, perhaps in time this will come to pass.
On a deeper note, inexpressable thanks to a beloved friend who’s been kind enough to inform me that our Lord has been kind enough to use me in all my stubborn humanity as a vessel for blessing. Puts so much into perspective.
G’night everyone.
