If you ever wonder why it takes me so long to answer the many, many emails from you, my adoring fans and groupies, well . . .!The ring finger is the only one that touches the keys, and it usually misses the one I want. Takes a lot of editing.
That's not all. About seven years ago, I had a mini-stroke during the night. Woke up and couldn't use my right arm. Next morning it began to tingle, and in a couple of days, the feeling was all back. But one problem remained however; I was stupid. Okay, for those that know me, I was stupider. I knew what I wanted to do, and I tried to pass it along to my hand, but it wouldn't cooperate. I would look at a key on the keyboard, point my finger in its direction, but it would never get close. All I could eat was peanut butter sandwiches, because if I was fortunate to pick up some food with a fork or spoon, I was just as liable to stick it in my ear as in my mouth.
And you should have seen me in action after I downed a few brews. During that period, cameras of any kind ware hidden away.
About to panic and go to see am MD, I decided to wait it out. Smart! Well, it did slowly get back to normal after a few weeks.
I managed to hide this episode from Carolyn, believe or not, and I've never told anyone—as I recollect—about it before this. Why am I doing so now? Slow day with not much to write about; trying to put off finishing income tax; reruns on TV; pure boredom.
Actually, I'm just glad my handsome, manly face isn't distorted like my hands. I'm a very lucky guy.
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