My arm continued to feel funny all day. Not so much painful as numb, weak and tingly. So I bought this cool brace and stayed away from sewing. The brace makes me feel like I am an athlete with a sports injury. In some ways the brace is fun, because I can ask Joseph to do all sorts of things for me, like bring me tea, crank the Whirley Pop and do the dishes. He's on to me though, especially since I try to get him to do that stuff all of the time. The timing of my bizarre arm sensations couldn't be more ironic (I am always afraid I will misuse that word and get made fun of like Alanis Morriset did). Taxes were really ugly for me this year because I did a lot of mural work and had all these non W2 forms. I ended up owing quite a bit, and I was so frustrated. I had to keep reminding myself that I believe in taxes because they help fix potholes and fund public schools and other good things. I am not quite as thrilled about funding the war, but the schools and potholes--they are good. (now say this in a whiney voice) But, what about ME? (end whiney voice). Why can't Uncle SAM fork over a little of that money so that we all can get advice from a real doctor instead of searching for Carpal Tunnel Syndrome on google in hopes to find some pedestrian type of remedy?
I'm not going to dwell. I found some excersizes to do, and everything will be okay.
Here are some pillow monster photo shoots for your amusement. Tomorrow I will have my entry for the Crammed Organisms show complete. I can't wait to show you!