Early on, beginning in the 1980s, it was noticed that many in Maine were suffering from carpal tunnel and repetitive stress in their hands, owing to work in wood-turning mills. That is not the cause of my chronic injury, but rather a broken typewriter on which I stubbornly persisted typing, while living and creatively writing here in Maine. Am trying to stick tightly to the Maine connection here, but—with apologies—I need a place online to link this personal note in e-mail correspondence.
The injury is worse now and I can scarcely type. Writing with pen also exacerbates the injury. I have to wrestle with imperfect voice-recognition software on another machine, off-line where I write. Everything has to be copied to CD and popped into the online machine. Plus wrestling with the VRS software is tedious. Often it’s very difficult with loss of feeling, shooting pains, swelling, so I do no social media, and e-mail as little as possible. The good to come out of it is that we had to get a computer in order to use voice-recognition software, 15 plus years ago. So this enabled me to learn how to be online, independently publish, and make great friendships through blogging. But now, with use and aging, the physical condition deteriorates. Right now, even though it’s not a good marketing move, I’m considering whether or not to dispense with comments on this blog. But hope not to do that! “Liking” is not a bad thing. It makes my efforts bright!