"Arthur" plagues my hands. At work, reaching into tightly-packed file boxes, gripping the tops of as many files as I can (slicing my cuticles in the process), and tugging them out - that's hard to do with compromised grip strength and made my entire arms hurt. Last week, I nearly ripped a mole off the back of my hand when it connected with a sharp corner inside a file cabinet. Yesterday, at #2's house, I pried and hammered, sustaining a few lovely blood blisters and bruises. Hauling broken tile to the trash gifted me with several cuts that are sore as heck today. My hands throbbed all night.
This morning, I swallowed some Tylenol with my breakfast, gearing up for another day of de-construction.
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