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Don't know why this reverted to draft?

I thought I'd posted it almost a month ago. :-|

 Oh well... such is my life.

 Anyway...

 Weird thing.

 And I don't know when it started exactly. Maybe it's been going on my whole life and I was always so caught up in the emotion of things that I never noticed this physically until 3 or 4 years ago... but...

 Whenever my heart is aching, at it's deepest, the fingers on my left hand, in particular the middle, ring and pinky finger, all start to ache. The pain doesn't last for long, but it's become an indicator to me of when I'm hurting emotionally the most... when I know something is really tearing at me.

 I know it's prolly classified under what they call 'psychogenic pain'... but I'd like to know why I feel it specifically in those three fingers.




I know... I'm an odd odd duck.

Afterthought:  Ugh to the hangnail on my pinky... but hey, these are working hands.


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