So tendinitis has finally taken a strangle-hold on my life (for the writer in me, my hands are pretty much my life-- until I finally learn how to use voice-recog software). The dominant hand's in the nice little solid, plaster brace (Edit: I ripped the leech off; I think I could hear it talking to me in my sleep), the intermittent sessions of dipping the appendage into really cold water first and then some hot water after some time (pretend it sounds crazy, but is actually ecstasy, and that's the... read more
