My uncle suffers from it and my GP wants to monitor me as I already have ulnar and sciatic issues. Slowly degrading dexterity is an annoyance when many of my hobbies involve fine motor control.
Oh I don’t give a damn about style. These days I’ll wear a traditional Chinese top, loose trousers, sandals and maybe a knitted coat. I cannot conceive of a time when I would ever choose to wear a suit again.
Somehow I read that as ‘Lemmings’ and instantly wanted to play that classic game.
That’s painful. It seems to me that the sciatic issues will make walking pretty uncomfortable.
I understand that you also have back problems. I’ve had those since my 20’s. Some odd disfigurement in my spine.
My father was a hunchback.
Walking does a world of good for a bad back. If you can’t really walk you have a problem.
Oh I muddle along. I generally look calm and move freely using my force of will. Although, when drained, the pain can flare up and if I’m not full of energy - it’ll manifest in limited movement, aching, nerve pain and general stiffness. Luckily a fair few of my nerves have failed, so my sensory awareness is a tad limited.
It is just an embuggeration which will limit me once or twice a year but, I’ll just carry on at a slower rate. Although, I may need a stick for a few days as numbing and controlling spinal adjustments is a tad off right now.
Luckily a few bottles of my mandrake wine have fully matured, so I have a refreshing mollification aid to hand.
That’s basically all it is. I’ve willed myself to walk around 8 kilometres today. I take it slow, it took me at least 2.5 hours.
It takes me around 45 minutes to get to the park. If I want to get back home I will have to put one foot in front of the other.
I have an oyster card but since I have not been welcome in public traffic for a few years, not being able to wear one of those face pampers, I refuse to use them any longer out of principle.
Building up some leg muscle at the same time.
Well I wear masks when needed, though I dislike having unfamiliar individuals in my personal space. Being a Brit from the counties, that’s a 50 metre radius circle with line of sight on all. If it is not going to happen, then I will not attend. And, I do cancel meetings if someone attempts to break my rules: If someone cannot accept my madness when they want my brilliance, then I have no need for them.
I do make allowances if favoured tipples are on offer or a restricted access VIP room is used (the client, their girls or boys and only a hostess occasionally bringing requests) . After a decade in Asia, I have managed to communicate my anti-social nature to those who view being public as the greatest expression of ‘face’.
I can’t breath. I have trouble breathing seeing other people wear them. They tell me I’m traumatised.
I loved the distancing and the not touching part of the whole thing though. I really don’t understand the need to hug and kiss at every occasional meeting.
Unfortunately I was also raised to be polite. I’ve managed to get over that impediment.
I found the same struggle to breathe, though the stress of not wearing one, when I have a clear medical reason not to wear one was more stressful for me. The hassle of explaining was too daunting. As such, I opted for a loose cravat wrap with a Joker face akin to The Killing Joke. That scared off many and did result in meeting a few new intriguing friends.
I can relate to that.
Being looked at like you’re death reincarnated is not very cheerful.
I had put myself on Picnic’s waiting list to get my shopping delivered.
The waiting list was long, it took about four months before I had a spot. That was around the same time I collapsed and couldn’t walk any more, so that was lucky.
I did make an emergency mask just in case. I cut two slits in it and stuck them together with safety pins. It had a pattern so it didn’t show.
I never had to use it.
An odd and intriguing tale. I must admit to finding most of ‘The Event’ to be beneficial in many aspects of my mental health.
Not having to shake hands and being able to openly object to people touching or getting close to me does calm me. And, if anyone tries, none will see me as odd for being really pissed off by it. But my Britishness extends to only my doctors, surgeon, dentist, stepdaughter and wife being allow to touch me.
And once you have everything organised, you can’t find anything any more!
Or is that only my problem?
I usually know exactly where to find things, until I clean up.
Something like this minus the people! I can stand the mess, not the people.
I always wonder which unruly student matches me each time I view this classic: Jan Steen had a truly wicked satirical style.
when they don’t pay me enough
Who are ‘they’ and what is the agenda ‘they’ perpetuate? I have heard that ‘they’ say many things but, I haven’t seen a more concrete noun or pronoun for this secretive group.
Though I can ponder a few:
Look what you’ve started. I just read that the mullet is making a comeback. I hope you’re happy now. 
Oh dear, maybe the Bogans will inherit the earth.
We may need to stock up on pointed sticks:
Having to go on an APK hunt when apps insist on an update: My personal phone is a Huawei which I adapted to block all Appstores, so I need to hunt-down the APKs from third parties when an update is needed.
I know a few will whinge about Huawei but as one whose world is centred on the Chinese East Coast, such a device, and with a few adaptations, is vital.
I have one of those and was told I was now being spied on by the Chinese.
Chinese, American, Russian 
At least they came up with vaping.
What I really effing hate is when I get the option, I almost have to type the entire word before I get the female version.
Person first, man second. Watch your pronouns and don’t be a natural female. They don’t count.
