Many years ago and far away, when I was looking for something to do at my first job, I spent some time writing up a personal medical dictionary - as part of my job at, gasp, age sixteen, was to take dictation from the radiologist and put it on the reports of the minifilm xrays we'd taken the last x number of hours. This was no podunky hospital either, by the way (re my doing this at sixteen, which horrifies even me, now).
But after a while, I'd figured out what 'calcifications, otherwise negative' meant; I'd looked up every possible word I didn't know in the reports and still needed something to do while waiting for admission patients to show up.
So I decided to teach myself to write left handed. I can't remember what possessed me.
I got to be not entirely bad at it, though not, of course, good.
Disturbed, is what I'd say about how it looked. But I got fairly fast at my bad lefthanded writing.
I'm well aware that in the years I was doing that, left handers were being forced to write right handed, much the irony.
So, sometime later I tried it again. Hah, off the paper...
sozobe wrote:When are you NOT in a perverse mood, Ms. Buns?
Frequently.
How cruel.
My paws are shaking as I write this.
Osso rolling over laughing...
damn, it's hard to roll here with no carpets..
I've washed and decorgied them all, folded 'em, and the floor is bare and hard. Ain't it hard?
Sorry, not to turn away from the shaking paws.
If such ever be really so, then I'll be more nice.
In the meantime, defend that perfascity, er, perspicrochety, perflaggerous crassity!
I admit that wasn't euphonius.
