As I’m writing this, my right arm is tight and my right hand is cramped up.
I was out working last night and night work always shatters me the next morning when I awaken with exacerbated MS symptoms.
Luckily, I never learned to be a copy typist when I started doing student journalism at my university in the 1970s — hunting and pecking did the job. Now pecking is all I can reasonably manage. It’s slow, but as I never could think faster than I could type, it is something of a natural balance.
Today, keyboard skills