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Another Chapter: Occupational Disease

March brought serious surprises to my life. Although I haven't mentioned it, I've been struggling with an increasing disability.  Since late last year, I've been plagued with an unstable spinal condition. What started off as a troublesome pain in my neck (October/November) has deteriorated into diminishing control over the fingers in my right hand (January) and arm (February).  This condition left me without any other option but to file a claim with our state's department of Labor and Industries. (March).  The tenacity of this condition coupled with the state's lethargy to diagnose and treat my condition, spurred my employer into cutting me loose (April).

Unfortunately, because of this relentless deterioration, I've had to give up many of my preferred activities and pastimes: personal computing (blogging, social networking, learning new programs). Digital photography (capturing, uploading, captioning, classifying, and printing), knitting and crocheting, pleasure-cooking, and motorcycle riding.

While I have taken the time and put forth the energy to create this post, I do so with the knowledge of a "price to pay" when I finish.  The deterioration of my fine motor skills, mean many mistakes that I must correct prior to post thus a few paragraphs mean many more keystrokes than usual.  Sustained effort will result in a flare-up of muscle spasming, involuntary finger twitching and triggering, and could culminate into a tension headache.

Be advised that any posts will be limited and infrequent.
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