The kitchen table was cluttered, an array of papers and yesterday’s dishes scattered across its surface. I sat there early on a quiet Sunday morning, sipping the last hot drops of coffee, hoping the caffeine would jolt me awake.
It was a rare moment of stillness, the kind I seldom found during the week.
But tranquility was interrupted by a sudden, sharp tingling in my right hand.
At first, it felt like pins and needles, the kind you get when a limb ‘falls asleep’.
I shook my hand, expecting the sensation to fade.
It didn’t.
The buzzing persisted, creeping into a numbness that was oddly unsettling.
I frowned, trying to shrug it off, distracted by the day’s quiet demands.
Yet, the feeling lingered, nagging at me like an unwelcome guest.
My job at the corporate office was a source of constant stress.
