Heh. Did anyone see this yesterday? I accidentally posted it half-written.
So, I complain about things that annoy Lloyd. Mostly piddiliy little things that make him groan and say, “Go see a doctor”. I don’t though, because I know the doctor will just say, “Yep, you’re getting older” and then write ‘super-hypochondriac’ in my file.
Strike one: A couple of months ago my left wrist started bothering me. It was achy and would pop/crunch and it has been difficult to pick things up because it is now as weak as the rest of me. I wore a wrist thingie for a while and whined every now and then to Lloyd about it.
Strike two: A couple of weeks ago I was getting the potatoes into the ovens at church, and in addition to using the ovens in the church kitchen, I used one of the school ovens. It is an old behemoth with two oven spaces, eight burners that had ridiculously high pilot lights, and a hot OUTER DOOR. It was nutty. I grabbed the oven handle, opened the door, and the front of the door touched the back of my hand. “What is that?” I wondered. “Oh. That’s PAIN.” I ran it under cool water for a long, long time, just like the fire safety song from yore said.
Strike three: I slipped down some stairs on Sunday and smacked my wrist trying to catch myself. The bone. It it slightly hurty. (Just a little bruise.)
That’s all, right? I can’t break this thing or it will never forgive me.
Peggy says
Alien hand….HA!!
And yes, I think it’s safe to say that you’re thru hurting your wrists. Unfortunately, if you’re like me, that just means it’s time to move on to injuring another body part.
Hope your wrists feel better soon!
Brad says
Eww. The end of your post made me think of that basketball player whose leg broke. I didn’t see any video footage, but I did see a picture. Yuck. Don’t break your wrist like that… or at least don’t do it when I’m around to see it.