One armed bandit
I’m typing this with my left hand having temporarily lost the use of my right arm to a second shingles shot which I willingly subjected myself to this morning. The only comfortable position I can maintain for any length of time is lying on my left side with my right arm resting along my right upper body and hip, the position to which I am returning the moment after I post this. Pain is something a can endure fairly well, but immobility of an essential appendage is another matter altogether.
I have an idea I was going to pursue this evening on why the introduction of AI to the battlefield isn’t as worrisome as you’d think, but that little journey into military history and contemporary warfare and the many dangers inherent in fighting a war with anything more deadly than one’s fists will have to wait for regaining the use of my heretofore taken for granted right arm and hand.
Take the night off and use your good hand to touch some fur. Cats are a good distraction from what ails you.
I've been meaning to get those Shingrex shots for something a year, but everybody I talk to says pretty much the same thing you're saying, do whenever I pass the drugstore, I seem to forget all about it. this is obviously completely infantile and reminds me of my four-year-old self, who had to be dragged out kicking and screaming from under the bed. certain old habits are probably the last to die.
still, anybody who's ever had Shingles tells me it's as sick as they ever remember feeling.
if your post and photo actually scare/shame me into getting past my own bullshit, you'll be one of the first to know...