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.
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> My leg...
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> Doug
> On Apr 21, 2015, at 4:46 PM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>> Impingement
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>> like a malignant electric drizzle,
>> sets off down your forearm,
>> stuttering, vibrating.
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>> Reaches, pulses, extends beyond
>> fingertips, especially
>> the middle finger.
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>> At other times it jolts, sends off
>> surges of uneven calibre. A flat
>> smattering spreads the jangling,
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>> colonising the back of your hand.
>> Then rare hiatus as though it's gone,
>> in a narrow range of positions,
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>> or a vaguely insistent, not unpleasant
>> tingling thrum. But move a certain way,
>> and feel a controlled, firm pressing down.
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>> 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
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