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Modern Malady, I-Pad Finger

    Hey, everyone. I'm the victim of a new ailment, peculiar to the 'Tablet Decade'. I have dubbed it "I-Pad Finger". When I hold my I-Pad, I hold it with my left hand and use my right index finger to shoot mutants or fling angry birds at arrogant pigs. In moments of peril the taps are fierce and puts a lot of backward pressure on my left index finger. After an evening with the Rage game, for example, the finger is very stiff and quite sore for a little bit. It returns to normal if I abstain for a while.
    Lately my finger has been rather stiff and there are times when I can barely touch it to my hand. I suspect that I-Pad gaming is at least partly to blame.
    That said, this I-Pad deal is the way to play games. Holding the big screen in your hands as opposed to watching a TV screen and using a controller in your hands, that's a world of difference. For instance, during Real Racing 2, it's easy to project yourself into the scene before you, holding the steering wheel of your gold Corvette instead of a tablet. And if there is a big ugly mutant trying to bash your brains out, well, you catch yourself jerking backwards out of the way. Then when the battle is over you lay your I-Pad down and flex your left hand. It's funny, in the game, the character who represents you flexes his left hand when he emerges from the maze.
    One more thing, tonight. You can file this under things that Grannies figure out. This evening my wife had a dry, hacking cough and couldn't sleep because of it. She got up and put Vick's Vapor Rub on the bottoms of her feet. Then she put a pair of socks on and went to bed and slept like a baby. She claims that she read about it somewhere. Whatever works, I say. Maybe I should put some on my I-Pad Finger?
    From the green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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