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…

2 comments:

  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!

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  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.

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