Gosh, Bill, you unfold the sensations brilliantly.
I did not know till now that the word impingement had this medical use.
Having had for years and right now similar symptoms, I feel helped!
Rare compliment to a poem, which this surely is.
best from Max
[Is keyboarding responsible for my condition?
I also blame the Labrador pulling on the leash…
and lying on it while asleep...]
On Apr 21, 2015, at 15:46, 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
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