The ease of email and texting – and the absense of cost – is a marvel to me. Magnificent and fine, indeed. Likewise, the spectacularly animated digital cards that I sent to friends and family at birthdays and Christmas this past year. Circumventing the increasing costs of postage is a boon to this Boomer household, so we acquiesce, likely to Hallmark and American Greeting Card companies’ chagrin.
But, as we learned throughout life, there’s often an ultra-sly downside when things seem all good.
In the past month, I’ve noticed the time I spend daily erasing emails and texts from desperate charitable and noble causes and political candidates asking for money has increased. In addition, every website from which I’ve purchased an item incessantly pesters me to purchase more clothing and crap. Finally, there’s the everpresent junk mail and spam.
Poof! I click on the trashcan icon and they’re gone, some days more unwanted emails than the ones I desire to receive.
It takes time to click, click, click. I probably could’ve finished reading the Bible in the time it takes, if I wanted to, which I don’t. I attend weekly Bible study because I need the guidance and interpretation, so I’m certain that plowing steadfastly through God’s word is an endeavor without appeal – forever – for me.
But I digress.
The bottom line of the repetitive click, click, click isn’t the time (and tedium) the erasures take. I am retired, so my schedule isn’t crowded nor do I have a full roster of daily tasks. But it’s the wear-and-tear on my forearm, elbow, neck, and shoulder, not unlike carpal tunnel or tennis elbow. I call it shoulder deranagement syndrome.
I need the AMA to re-write the diagnostic codes to include shoulder derangement syndrome.
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