So I totally plan on doing a more in depth review on my desk in about a month, but uh, Iâve been at my desk for roughly 5 hours now (with appropriate break times, donât worry) and for the first time in literal years, Iâm not in pain from sitting here.
Like parts of me still hurt, cause thatâs life with chronic pain, but itâs been five hours and the pain hasnât worsened, it hasnât risen sharply at any point, there havenât been any moments where I just had to push they keyboard away and brace myself because Iâm in so much pain I want to cry.
It is in fact, making me want to cry, because I donât want to cry.
And I just finished two chapter rewrites, in five hours.
This is everything.
So just out of curiosity, I took a speed typing test the other day, because I wanted to see if the desk would make a substantial difference to my ability to type. I didnât think it would, as my typing speed has decreased rapidly over the years from various forms of joint pain, which was always somewhat distressing for me, even more so when I lost the ability to use my dictation software from neuralgia of the throat muscles.
When I worked in the publishing house, which is nearly 7 years ago now, my standard speed was around 72 words per minute with 100% accuracy, which is pretty darn high. (For perspective, your average person gets between 38-40 words per minute with varying levels of accuracy.)
More recently, Iâve been lucky to break 30 words per minute, managing maybe 2-3 hours of work at a time before my fingers seize. Last week when I took this test, was a good day, and it was also at the start of my work day before Iâd tired myself out.
[ID: an image of a green dinosaur with the words: Youâre a T-Rex, nice! You type with the speed of 32wpm (145com). Your accuracy was 100%. Keep practicing!]
And I told myself, I told myself Iâd wait a month, or at the very least a week because I told myself thereâs no way the new desk would have such an immediate effect, or even an effect at all. The main priority of the new desk was to reduce my pain over all, not magically fix everything and turn me back into the person I was before.
But in the words of Our Great Lady, Carrie Fisher, instant gratification takes too long, and I retook the test, afterâand this is important â after having just completed the first 8 hour work day Iâve done in quite literally years and:
[ID: an image of a purple octopus with the words: Youâre an octopus, awesome! You type with the speed of 69wpm (307 cpm). You accuracy was 100%. Congratulations.]
Which, first of all, heh, nice. But second of all, Iâm not fucking crying, youâre fucking crying. Leave me alone. Thereâs onion dust in my eyes.




















