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Above is an illustration of how a trigger finger becomes "stuck". The finger can still move but not easily.  It feels like I'm pulling the trigger of a gun. As it gets worse the movement becomes painful. Sometimes I need help from my other hand to let it move. Cortisone injections only last a few months then the symptoms return. Here is an illustration. The video is of the surgical procedure. Let me warn you. If you are squeamish don't watch it! I'm scheduled to have the operation this coming Monday  I had to insist to the surgical center that I do not want anesthesia.  I just want a local anesthetic.  With anesthesia I would need an EKG, blood work, an IV and the anesthetic.  I'd also get charged for the services of a nurse anesthetist.  I'm more worried about the anesthesia than the operation. With a local anesthetic I just walk in and walk out.  There is no pain.  The pressure of a  tourniquet is mostly what I will feel.    Any pain af

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I've noticed that when I'm feeling a little discouraged, I get busy trying to organize small unimportant areas of my life. This gives me the delusion of improving my situation. It distracts me from my worries but wastes a lot of time and effort. The Serenity Prayer helps me stop this futile compulsion.  It lets me step back for a moment to see what I can control and what I just have to live with.   Yesterday I needed this prayer.  I say it each morning when I wake up but after a while it becomes a thoughtless routine.  When this happens I make an effort to really pay attention to its meaning. Here are some notes I found on wikipedia: I have no idea who he was but from the 8th-century Indian Buddhist scholar Shantideva of Nalanda University:  If there’s a remedy when trouble strikes, What reason is there for dejection? And if there is no help for it, What use is there in being glum? Again, I'm not sure who this was. The philosopher W.W

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Before:     It was too spread out and floppy. After:   It's balanced. <>  <>  <>  <>  <> HUNGRY BLUE JAY  It was an enjoyable peaceful day.

I found this picture in the pile of old photos I have in my basement. Here Angela has her arms around me. My mother is on the right and my aunt is to the left. My brother looks bored.  I can't tell if the men in the background are our fathers. I'm not sure who took the photo. I like the style of the old cars. The location is Prospect Park in Brooklyn, New York. Our outfits remind me of the old TV show The Little Rascals. It looks like I'm wearing a Brooklyn Dodgers T-shirt!     A post from the blog:  Stonehouse Cottage Potpourri~  encouraged me to post this photo. It was sometime in the 50's. Angela's family lived in another state so we didn't get together much. But when we did we had a good time. I had a boyhood crush on her. I even gave her my doll. I know boys are not supposed to play with dolls. I'm not sure where I got it but I really liked that doll. The link to the post:  1952...Cousins and Best Friends