Ouch! Time to take a break
I watched The Day After Tomorrow last night, and I was reminded once again that life is too short to do things we really don’t want to do (that does not include responsibilities, by the way: I’m selfish; not feckless).
I don’t want to lose the use of my right arm, so I’m taking a break from blogging.
For weeks now I have had a dull ache in my shoulder, elbow, wrist and fingers (see how hard I worked not to repeat ‘arm’?). I have tried to ignore it but, as aches work from the inside, and refuse to take ‘no’ for an answer*, my dull ache has become a vivid throb.
*Don’t ask me how I know my ache won’t take ‘no’ for an answer; if I admit to chatting with the pain in my right limb I might be forced to take a much longer break than the one I have planned.
You may have noticed I haven’t been making my usual rounds of the blogosphere. Then again, I may be a massive egotist.
I have been trying to rest my bat wings (not so keen on that synonym, if I’m honest; it’s a little too close to the truth).
I suspect impending Repetitive Strain Injury, given that I go on the computer around seven a.m. and have to be prised from it at lunch time, when the Hub wants his thirteen allocated minutes.
I have prepared your ration of daily jokes but I won’t be posting, commenting or replying to comments. Much. I may visit you with my left hand, if I can sneak on here when my right appendage is asleep (it’s the dominant limb and won’t take kindly to being supplanted. I don’t want to end up like Silas the Albino Monk*).
*The Da Vinci Code; Thursday’s film. Did I mention I’m working my way alphabetically through our DVD collection?
Incidentally, I’ve had a bit of tooth ache. The Hub suggested I also give my mouth a rest.
If you think this post is bizarre even for me, then here’s something that will really blow your mind: as part of the UK Laughter Festival, Russell Brand is to share the stage with the Dalai Lama in Manchester today.
Good grief. I bet the Chinese look like his bezzy mates at the moment.