Is it the arm attached to the shoulder you dislocated, P-C? Definitely some stretching. Look up one where you place your forearm on the wall and then press your chest forward. It stretches the pectorals and releases tension in the shoulder.

Also, thanks for the Nerds@Night link! There's one in Milwaukee in August. I'm contemplating on it.

Bonny, I am so sorry that company doesn't appreciate you more. You're the doggy lama for a reason.

smonster, I'm with everyone else; block him. Very much boundary issues.

ION, Jilli! I know you sometimes wear T's around the house, and while glancing through ThinkGeek.com (Dan's bday is coming up) I saw this and thought "Jilli! Clovis!"

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Is it the arm attached to the shoulder you dislocated, P-C?

It's both. I'm trying some wrist stretches. Also raising my chair up so my wrists are in a better position I think maybe. Ergonomics fail.

Velcade causes neuropathy! Maybe I've been secretly dosed with Velcade to treat my nonexistent multiple myeloma. Oh God maybe I have multiple myeloma.

Oh, if it's bilateral, you're almost certainly not having a stroke. And the crypto-myeloma explanation seems unlikely

I have run out of Internet. It is too hot to stay in my apartment and do anything, but going anywhere where there is AC requires making a decision about where to go and then passing through the Fuck-You-Feels-Like-111 outdoors.

I am too large to fit into my freezer, which seemed like the best option for a while there.

STEP AWAY FROM THE KEYBOARD, DUDE.

NOW.

I'm going to eat lunch and watch Luther to give my hands a break.

P.-C., I feel certain, based on nothing whatsoever, that if you take something for inflammation, like ibuprofen, you will shortly be fine.

On topic, I kinda stopped breathing last night. Not sure what to make of it. I laid in bed, awake but drowsy, feeling like I had to physically make myself breathe or else I would stop, like my body wasn't doing that on its own anymore. It was a bit difficult, too. You'd think I would have been panicking but I wasn't. I was quite calm, just like, well, I probably won't die if I can keep breathing until I get over whatever this is. No idea what caused it. It might have simply been the calmest panic attack in history.

P.-C., I feel certain, based on nothing whatsoever, that if you take something for inflammation, like ibuprofen, you will shortly be fine.

Yeah, I considering taking something like that, but I didn't think it would work (there's no PAIN, just...numbness/tingling), but, hey, I popped a couple, can't hurt.

Eep, Zenkitty. Don't Google that, it may say you're already dead.

Sometimes I literally sleep on my hands. Smonster, yuck.

P.-C., my idea was that swollen, um, carpal tunnels, might be the cause of the problem, and an anti-inflammatory would shrink the swelling, thus releasing the trapped nerves. So, not based entirely on nothing, but I may have made it up.

If I am dead, I am the liveliest corpse ever. If I am dead, there is an afterlife, where there is Mountain Dew and Top Gear, and it's still fucking hot. Oh, wait. Is this hell? No, can't be, there's Mountain Dew and Top Gear.