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Whooh, I 'd rather it be arm than leg afflicted, Doug. Bill On 23/04/2015, at 1:08 AM, Doug Barbour wrote: > Ha: too many of us, I suspect, know of something like. > > My leg... > > Doug > On Apr 21, 2015, at 4:46 PM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > >> Impingement >> >> like a malignant electric drizzle, >> sets off down your forearm, >> stuttering, vibrating. >> >> Reaches, pulses, extends beyond >> fingertips, especially >> the middle finger. >> >> At other times it jolts, sends off >> surges of uneven calibre. A flat >> smattering spreads the jangling, >> >> colonising the back of your hand. >> Then rare hiatus as though it's gone, >> in a narrow range of positions, >> >> or a vaguely insistent, not unpleasant >> tingling thrum. But move a certain way, >> and feel a controlled, firm pressing down. >> >> No loss of strength as such >> but you know the zap lurks, >> will announce its forearm assault >> >> when it cares to. Like when you sit >> at table or grip a steering wheel: >> fine hot glass shards under skin. >> >> Sleep torpedoed nightly. >> Your arm is no longer your own. >> You dream of chopping wood. >> >> bw >> 22.4.15 > > Douglas Barbour > [log in to unmask] > > http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/ > http://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/ > > Latest books: > Continuations & Continuations 2 (with Sheila E Murphy) > http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=962 > Recording Dates > (Rubicon Press) > > If once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; and from robbing he comes next to drinking and sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and procrastination. > > Thomas De Quincey > > > > > > > > > > > >