It’s really nothing more than epicondylitis, aka tennis elbow, and I’ve had it before–for months–due to different stresses. This bout seems to co-occur specifically with launching quarter-ounce mouses for Effie’s entertainment. There’s entertainment in the tendon-inflaming sport for me, as well: her leaping up to catch the toy, batting it around, jumping up and pouncing on it from more than a foot in the air, and, sometimes retrieving it in her mouth and returning it to me so I can toss it again. I’ve certainly sustained injuries from less enjoyable activities. No biggy–it just hurts.
Here’s the little girl it’s all for.
Effie’s eyes are not weird–flourescent light is!