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stickmaker) wrote2010-09-18 12:10 pm
stickmaker) wrote2010-09-18 12:10 pm
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Hand Problems
Dear God, I hate my hands...
I almost killed Ringtail, my fourteen year old cat. I was making lunch, and he waked by just as I dropped a jar of Miracle Whip. Fortunately, it was a very glancing blow, and doesn't seem to have hurt him. He didn't even make a noise; just jumped around and looked at the jar, startled.
I'm not sure the doctors even believe there's a problem. It's just like when I was having all that pain in my right hand and arm, twenty years ago. I had to endure for nearly a decade before it got bad enough for their machines to detect the problem.
I'm not sure either the cats or me will last that long with this problem.
I almost killed Ringtail, my fourteen year old cat. I was making lunch, and he waked by just as I dropped a jar of Miracle Whip. Fortunately, it was a very glancing blow, and doesn't seem to have hurt him. He didn't even make a noise; just jumped around and looked at the jar, startled.
I'm not sure the doctors even believe there's a problem. It's just like when I was having all that pain in my right hand and arm, twenty years ago. I had to endure for nearly a decade before it got bad enough for their machines to detect the problem.
I'm not sure either the cats or me will last that long with this problem.