I have a rare talent.
No, not just my ability to make my feet so pigeon-toed that my toes literally touch each other (see picture).
My rare talent is a result of lacerated nerves and tendons from one of my old Drunk Adventures.
I discovered yesterday, whilst trying to scrub ink off the outside of my left wrist, that I have the ability to tickle myself.
The nerve damage runs from the tip of my left little finger, down the outside of my hand and along the scarring, which stops 1/3 of the way down my forearm. It is along this tingly path that I can tickle myself, until the entire thing goes numb and I can no longer feel anything.
This superpower comes at a price, however. Mostly in the form of bullshit temperature-feels where I experience things 10 degrees hotter or colder than they truly are. Including the weather.
Winter is almost here and I really don’t think I can get another season out of my stripey skull elbow-length fingerless gloves. They are amazing, but also held together purely by the power of cat fur.
I really should finish learning how to knit. You can’t exactly buy replacements in this little town.