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Cubital Tunnel Syndrome

Cubital Tunnel Syndrome

chin lightly nested atop 
loosely peopled interlaced fingers 
supported via multi purpose table 
bent arms displayed elbows cocked
  
(approximately gabled 
at ninety degree angle),
which pose frequently assumed 
when pondering what to write,

an idea spawned when clothed left fingered limb
inadvertently roiled the so called "funny bone"
named because of funny feeling generated 
when Ulnar nerve compression

triggers pseudo shock sensation
coursing one direction or another  
traveling from neck down into hand

constricted in several places along the way
such as beneath collarbone 
or at wrist
most common place for compression
(hands down)

behind inside part of elbow
medical terminology tagged 
"cubital tunnel syndrome."

interestingly enough, this scribe attests
more frequent occurrences along 
liberal democratic side
no matter I claim dominant right handedness
and reckon eyes that human body electric

eel silly not perfectly symmetric
also chiming in that such vulnerability
a very minor design flaw
extant within the amazing 
Homo Sapiens anatomy.

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