Tendon is the night

So I have wound up in a wrist brace

...forget the cracks about 'wank strain' and similar hilarities I have heard them all in the past 24 hours...

and it is a proper fucking pain. So I have decided to write this blog as it comes - no spell check, no editing at all; all those accidental Caps Locks (which prick put that button next the letter 'a'?), no retracingg to erase typos, just none of that shit at all. Typing is difficult enough with this spazzy thing on - it is one of those beige efforts with the four wrist straps and the single thumb strap, with a stretch abndage beneath and around, if that makes sense. Essentially what I am saying is that the bandage is under and over the spaz support. Claro? Bueno!

I feel like a fucking footballer running out with calipers on; like a racehorse in a friggin' wheelchair. A writer with a fucked up forearm. Apparently it all stems from my shoulder. Oh, point of refertemce, it is my right hand. I am left-handed. No wank strain, unless I have been doing a serious amount of pretending it is someone else or the old double-handed shandy. Whether or not I can or need to do that is none of yours. I have nothing to prove so make up your own mind. If you haven't got one as k someone else to make up theirs and get them to tell you what to think. Don't be ashamed there is a lot of it about.

Enough of this bollocks. The Ibuprofen are not kicking in and I'm getting the pins and needles from elbow to finfertips and the feeling that Butterball is standing on my right forearm trying to prevent me from typing.

Tendonitis - you've gotta love it.

Maybe more tomorrow. I've decided to go Stateside Wedensday not Friday nextr week so I'll be in transit then - FYI.

a BIENTOT X.