Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Damned Hands

It’s been a week, and my hand still hurts.
I had a great weekend, went to a campground with a bunch of friends.  Lots of food, drink and laughs.  The annoying part occurred whenever I tried to get out of the pool to pour another drink:  I’d plant both hands on the deck to pull myself out, and suddenly my left wrist would hurt and I’d stop.  Then I’d have to do this weird one-handed-while-you-twist thingy to get out of the pool only using my right hand.  And this often led to my bathing suit slipping ½-way down my butt.

I know the hand isn’t broken.  I’ve squeezed and prodded both hands for comparison, and they almost feel the same.  Not exactly, but pretty close.  I can touch-type.  I can’t comfortably play my guitar without it hurting.  I’m getting impatient with this…


  1. Uhhh, get your skinny ass to the doctor. Just because you can still move it, you still may have a broken bone in there or maybe a severed tendon or something. Get it looked at, grandma says.

    Yes, I did get your email! Thank you so much! I'm telling you, I don't know what to think. Last night the girl told me she's dating a boy now and this morning she said she was going to grow her hair out, which is currently in a Mowhawk. I don't know what the hell is going on anymore. LOL!

  2. Ah, i'm not really a "go to the doctor" kind of guy. It should heal itself, it might just take a couple of weeks. Besides, it'll cost me a whole day just to get x-rays that will probably instruct me to do just what I plan anyway...

    As for the girl: Oy Vey.