I'm trying to dictate today's blog post into Google Docs since I still can't use my right arm. While my arm isn't entirely frozen, I have very limited mobility. I can still wiggle my fingers and do some circular motions with my hand, but raising my arm to any significant degree is next to impossible. I'm also making a conscious choice to avoid using the arm, in line with doctors' recommendations. I also cannot leave my arm totally immobile because that is also not recommended. It's a narrow space of what I can and can't do.
I've entirely switched over to a left-handed orientation in terms of work. I have reversed my mouse buttons, and I'm trying to make my left hand do the lion's share of the work. Writing via dictation may seem frustrating, but it beats typing with only one hand. Hopefully, the combined efforts of Google Docs transcription and Grammarly will result in a decently coherent blog entry.
Trying to sleep last night was extremely frustrating because I could not find a position that worked. Toby was amazingly patient in trying to help me figure out a way to sleep, which resulted in various configurations of pillows. The method that finally worked was assembling a pillow structure on the couch, which Tobie immediately compared to the throne of either Thanos or Darkseid. I don't know why I didn't even merit Metron.
I have been distracting Tobie all day with my occasional speech-to-text efforts as I dictate to my phone anything I need to chat with people at work or whatever. This ranges from instant messages with people at work, or just more queries being sent to Google Gemini.
I am legitimately worried that this injury and the needed medications will result in a less-than-fun birthday celebration come Thursday and Friday. As long as I get to celebrate my birthday with people that I love and cherish, then I suppose not having the indulgence of alcohol will not be that big an issue. But it will be a bit of a downer, don't get me wrong. I will admit that I am being extremely impatient with my body's inability to recover faster. This includes Repeated instances of me being tempted to go to the hospital, or to the ER, or to any clinic in the hopes that a specialist doctor can magically make my shoulder better faster than what is humanly realistic.
Getting older sucks.
Okay, I am wrapping this post up. I have no more patience to dictate my thoughts and repeatedly go back with Grammarly in tow to fix things.
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