Falling apart

I am starting to think my pinky finger pain might be less related to a break and more related to some repetitive stress-type injury.

I had a makeshift joystick on my wheelchair for a few weeks that looked cool -- one of my nephew's bright neon green pencil holders -- but it might have pushed my pinky finger in unfriendly ways. I am back to the boring joystick now so maybe that will help.

The real problem is this tiny pimple on my back, which today felt like a dagger poking through me.

I assume it is a tiny pimple. I can't see it. It is possible, of course, that Mom and my sister are just telling me it is nothing, while in reality I have a huge parasite sucking me dry back there.

I doubt it.