O-kaaay
From an email response I just sent off to Justin @ work. I didn’t realize just how visually descriptive I could write. 
My right arm is *trashed*. Trashed like someone took it off, backed
over it with their car, put the car in gear and drove over it forwards, then reattached it to me in my sleep.
over it with their car, put the car in gear and drove over it forwards, then reattached it to me in my sleep.
If I had to do a field sobriety test today, I wouldn’t be able to lift my right arm to my face to touch my nose!
So, uh, yeah. Still trying to minimize computer use, although I have a bunch of emails I need to answer ASAP and photos to edit.
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Continuous Passive Motion (CPM)
