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New Re: Do you sit back from the desk or right up against it?
I sit such that I don’t rest my wrists on the desk at all whilst typing, but if I did, I’d probably just about fit the heel of my hand on the desk.

I blow hot and cold on the subject of wrist rests. I’ve seen people (back when I was doing DSE assessments at work) get both better and worse with them. I think some people’s wrist geometry works with them, and others not.

Something else you might want to consider is a footrest. It’s counter-intuitive, but they do help.
New Chair first
I suspect I just need to sit higher, then get a footrest.
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Drew
     Input devices and the avoidance of unfortunate consequences - (pwhysall) - (11)
         Does Apple hardware -- like that trackpad -- work with PCs? - (CRConrad) - (1)
             I believe so, yes. - (pwhysall)
         I'm looking at getting a new chair with armrests - (drook) - (7)
             Re: I'm looking at getting a new chair with armrests - (pwhysall) - (5)
                 Do you sit back from the desk or right up against it? - (drook) - (2)
                     Re: Do you sit back from the desk or right up against it? - (pwhysall) - (1)
                         Chair first - (drook)
                 I remove them altogether, whenever I can. - (CRConrad) - (1)
                     Re: I remove them altogether, whenever I can. - (pwhysall)
             try standing and leaning over the desk what I do -NT - (boxley)
         mouse muscle memory - (rcareaga)

You're typing on a device that stores trillions of pieces of data and makes billions of computations per second with the ability to grab data on almost anything from around the world in milliseconds, using electricity transmitted from hundreds of kilometers through wires on towers dozens of meters tall connected to megastructures that do things like burn coal as fast as entire trains can pull into the yard, or spin in the wind with blades the size of jumbo jets, or the like, which were delivered to their location by vehicles with computer-timed engines burning a fuel that was pumped up halfway around the world from up to half a dozen kilometers underground and locked into complex strata (through wells drilled by diamond-lined bores that can be remote-control steered as they go), shipped around the world in tankers with volumes the size of large city blocks and the height of apartment complexes, run through complex chemical processes in unimaginable quantities, distributed nationwide and sold to you at a corner store for $1.80 a gallon, which you then pay for with a little piece of microchipped plastic, if not a smartphone, which does all of the aforementioned computer stuff but in a box the size of your hand that tolerates getting beaten up in your pocket all day.

But technology never seems to advance...


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