I've written already about a day when I made myself aware of how I routinely do things and then did them another way, using a different hand or foot. On that day, which was loads of fun (not sarcasm), I gave myself a pass on writing and typing.
Today I tried controlling my mouse with my left hand. Ack! It was difficult and so clumsy for such a minimal movement. The elbow on my right arm has begun to ache, so I'm wondering if some of that is the beginnings of injury from the repetitive motion of clicking. So I used my left hand to click.
It was challenging even to figure out where to put the cords. (My desktop mouse is corded but my laptop is not, in case you're thinking Sweet Hubby has abandoned me in the Dark Ages of cords on, well, anything. I'm sure he has offered to upgrade me to cordless, but I'm of the "don't change anything that I've learned how to do!" school of thought.) It was so much more difficult than I had anticipated, which is what made it interesting.
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