4.12.25: Arm or Leg?

If I had to choose, I’d rather lose a leg than an arm—no question. I think about it sometimes, not in a morbid way, just… practically. Arms feel so tied to who I am—writing, working, lifting, creating, even just eating or getting dressed. Losing that kind of control sounds devastating. A leg would suck too, obviously, but with tech now—prosthetics, mobility aids—it feels more manageable. You can still be active, still move, adapt. But losing an arm? That’s losing dexterity, expression, independence. I could learn to walk differently. But I don’t think I could learn to be the same.