I wonder if I had monkey feet....

Last weekend....

I lie in bed.
On my back.

Arms by my side.

Eyes closed.

My arms begin to drift into the much-desired, temporary relief - an internal low vibrational whisper, like a light massage to my nerve vessels.
My arms begin to feel less heavy and less inflamed.

The medicinal herb is again working its magic.

I open my eyes and observe my hands as I hold them in the air above my chest.
I slowly move my fingers one at a time, touching each finger-tip to the corresponding thumb-tip.
I close my fingers attempting fists but not quite succeeding.
Still, my fingers are more flexible than fifteen minutes ago.
The pain upon straightening out my hands is a bit less too.

My thoughts drift, as I think about my limbs - present and future.

Why have my arms and hands been so exasperated this past week? 
I must have done too much with my hands. 

But it's not "too much" for someone with normal limb function. 

I don't know if I can make it until January 5. 

I guess I can call and move up my appointment. 

I just have to decide if the benefits of moving up the steroid injections outweigh the side effects. 

The side effects were evident in my recent tests at my physical.

I close my eyes.

I slowly inhale.
I slowly exhale.

The relief is welcome.

My thoughts drift.

My feet have been worse too, but not as bad as my arms and hands. 
I wonder if my feet would be ailing more if I had to bend them and use my toes the way I use my hands and fingers, like how a monkey has to use his feet?

I wonder if I was a monkey, if my feet would be in as bad a shape as my hands right now?

I wonder if I was a monkey, if the nerve damage would affect my tail? 
That'd be awful, if it disabled my prehensile tail.

Good thing I'm not a monkey.

I chuckle.

I have a new description for the tingling pins-and-needles type feeling that sometimes comes around.
My fingers sometimes feel like tiny little electric worms are wiggling and sparking.

My mind sees the tiny life forms, all colors of the rainbow like tiny little gummy worms, squirming and producing little electric sparks.

They look so bright and cheerful, all in my fingertips.

Another chuckle.

Now how can I better describe the bamboo or hollow metal feeling in my forearms where my radius bones are? 
It feels more like bamboo than hollow metal - strong yet flexible. 

Tiny little Mario men strap themselves with heavy duty ropes on opposite sides of the bamboo reed in each forearm. 

Each little mustached man in his colorful overalls and cap with knees slightly bent, presses his feet against his side of the bamboo reed as he holds onto his sturdy rope and leans backward straightening his back and then relaxing.

Each side of the bamboo has a row of tiny Marios pushing and pulling. 

That's what my forearms feel like. 

Must be all the inflamed nerve tissue trying to find space in there.

....I don't recall now if I went to sleep after my thought-drifting or if I sat up in bed and played Sudoku.