Coming to grips with how fast the right hand is becoming nothing more than a fancy paperweight. Coming to grips, damn, I'm funny even when I don't try! The dead feeling is spreading the same way the tingling spread. I remember thinking when that started to spread from one finger to the next, this ain't so bad. This ain't the same thing. I changed the mouse buttons months ago, index finger died first, so now I use my middle finger. Next three all went together, taking both my mouse operation finger, and one of my favorite means of communication!

Did some home surgery the other day, when you hear this one, well you're just going to laugh! I inherited my grandfather's hanging skin tags, lucky me. The luck part is they are in places that don't show. Had the brilliant idea to take care of one all by myself, show some initiative. Heard from boyhood that country folk would tie string around them, they wither, fall off in a few days. Nu-uh. Mine grew, engulfed with blood, and began to fester!

Father's day evening, around midnight, I hit it, started to bleed. I know, same thing I thought, time to cut it off. I gathered my supplies, went up into the bathroom, and on the third try, sliced it off! Not too, too painful, but it was a bleeder! Turns out it probably need a stitch or 2, but I didn't have any catgut, so I just lather on a thick coat of Neosporin and clogged the whole damn thing up. No infection, no bill, no waiting, done is done. The wife made me promise I'd let the doctor take care of the next one.