My mom even thinks so and she's the first one to tell me I'm imagining shit.
She addressed it today after seeing me wince when I lit a cigarette.
Mom: What's the matter?
Me: The pads of my fingers feel weird.
Mom: Weird how? You mean the tips?
Me: Yeah. They're like...tingly and hurt. Kind of a combination of pins and needles and if I burned them.
Mom: All of your fingers? Both hands?
Me: Yeah both hands, and the thumbs and pointers, but the other ones on and off. Except for the pinkies.
Mom: How long have you had this?
Me: *Shrug. A few days, maybe. Why?
Mom: That sounds like carpal tunnel. I'll bring you to a specialist at the hospital next week.
This is fantastic. Awesome. Really. Apparently surgery is the main course of action for this? Great. I'm going to have fucking wrist surgery. I'M A FUCKING JOURNALISM MAJOR. I need my hands to work!! I can't not type.
I'm going to cry. Someone bring me ice cream.