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Ain't that about a bitch

So...for quite some time now...months really...I have this weird thing where my index finger of my left hand just sits there and trembles. If I do something with the hand, it stops. If I just let my hand rest, it starts up again. Not all the time. But enough that it led me to the Google.

I swear the internet is the worst doctor in the world. Click on enough links and a hangnail becomes something terminal.

It gave me slight pause to type in 'finger tremors' and have the first 10 pages be related to Parkinson's Disease. Apparently a resting tremor is one of the early signs.  This isn't my hand, but it looks just like this when it hits me...

Guess I better schedule another appt. with the doctor.

It's probably stress....or some kind of vitamin deficiency.  But I guess it's better to be safe than sorry.

Funny thing is...maybe funny isn't the right word...but thing is...for a large part of my life I have had visions of not being able to use my legs. I'm not sure if this was symbolic of feeling like a couldn't move out of my current situation. Or if it was something else. I don't know. Not that I think finger tremors will lead to living life in a wheel chair, but it's one of those weird leaps my mind makes after spending 30 seconds too long on WebMD.

In any event, the tremors are coming a little too frequently for my liking. So I need to see what's going on with them.

It's times like these where the reality of living alone really hits me. I guess I don't really want to dwell on anything negative too much right now. No sense's all going to work out the way it needs to anyway.

So...yeah. Sorry for the Debbie Downer moment. Just....erm..yeah.

And...the temps are dropping outside. And the wind is picking up. Likely more rain coming through.


Hoping you are having a great Labor Day my friends!


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