![]() My first attempt was just to fiddle with controller layouts via the PS4’s accessibility options that let you swap button placements, so any button can become any other button the theory being you put the most used buttons near your strongest fingers. We’ve all seen those controls on our console menus, computers and phones, after all – but how do they measure up when you’re relying on them? Hence my somewhat eye-opening intro to accessibility in gaming. However, Love Island is on the telly and they stopped giving me morphine when I left hospital, so as no one should have to sit through that without access to powerful sedatives I obviously had to do something to adjust, and fast. Suffice to say, this does not make for the ideal gaming ‘stance’. Although I can use my fingers, I can’t turn my wrist at all, I can’t raise my thumb up, I have limited strength in all the above because of my busted skelly parts, and I have to have my arm supported or it starts to ache pretty quickly. ![]() Whee! But then usually, I’m not wearing a concrete glove with nails in my wrist either. But still, what I *do* have for the next fortnight, and have had for the last 3 weeks, is a sodding great cast on my arm and a lot of unexpected free time. I’m merely in minor discomfort and inconvenienced for a bit as opposed to a life-changing (or ending) incident, and I’m grateful for that. A bit to the left and I could have hit my head on a wall instead, a nastier break and I could have been looking at having a steel plate in my arm, and without the brilliant swift work of the NHS I could have had a rampaging infection and ended up having to have my arm lopped off – or worse. This was all very unpleasant of course, but counterintuitively I feel I’ve got off quite lucky aside from the actual fall itself. Broken bone sticking out, an operation, pins in my wrist and everything. To cut a long story short (because as you’ll soon realise, typing is literally and figuratively a right pain for me at the moment), a few weeks back I fell awkwardly on to some concrete and well and truly buggered up my right arm – which is my ‘doing’ arm, assuming I want to do whatever it is I’m doing with any level of accuracy and competence. And oh look, here’s a silly arse who did that coming along now: me. In this case, it means people often take things for granted. ![]() Of course, I’m joking – it’s just a figure of speech like “He who has rubber arms can’t lift a bag of spuds, but he’s a cracking bodypopper!” and “Stop touching that, it’s already bleeding”. Which may be true, but who are ‘they’ and why don’t they just use the tap like any normal person, or if thirsty just buy some Um Bongo? What are they, medieval peasants? They say you never miss the water until the well runs dry.
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