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.