When I woke up this morning, my left arm was all pins-and-needles, like I had been sleeping on it or something.  I figured it would pass.
It hasn't.  I've had this feeling all day.  My fine motor skill is shot to hell.  Heck, I've had to retype a good portion of this post because I can't type for ---steaming pile of meadow muffin--- with my left hand.
This morning I went to pick up a box of cereal and thought I was going to drop it it was so heavy.  Of course, it's *not* heavy, but I just couldn't pick it up.
Sucked at work, I had to have Mumbles do all the heavy lifting.  I don't mind grunt work, but I just can't get my left to do what I need it to.
It's gotten a *little* bit better over the course of the day.  But just a little while ago I almost dropped my daughter when my hand just gave out.