just call me lefty

ooooh i really fucked up my right wrist today.

the short story (since i probably shouldn’t be typing anyway) is that while in transit down to my parents house today, i fumbled with my luggage on the stairs, lost control of my suitcase with my left hand, tried to catch it reaching across with my right hand, and twisted it HARD. hard like someone stuck a knife in your eye. if your eye was my right wrist, that is.

oh, for a lark, try getting around and flying southwest with a rolling suitcase but only using your off hand. it’s fun! and challenging!

it hurt like a motherfucker. i seriously couldn’t use it. i honestly thought i had broken it.

later, after spending three hours waiting in the orthepedic cabal in alhambra, they look at the x-rays and determine that i haven’t broken it, but had severely sprained it. then the “doctor” twists my wrists around a few times for good measure. you know how in pro wresting one of them gets the other into a wrist submission hold and he drops to his feet in pain? that was me. only i wasn’t faking. and i didn’t miraculously fight back, hulk hogan-style with the crowd cheering me on.

but basically, it should be ok. i didn’t tear any ligaments and shouldn’t need surgery or anything. i’m wearing a brace, and i still can’t really rotate my wrist at all without experiencing excruciating pain. although i’m supposed try and rotate it under the guise of “physical therapy”, “avoiding long term effects”, and “good for the long run.” i think these are code phrases for “malicious sadism.”

for the time being, i no longer can use my right hand for almost anything. i ate dinner with my left hand because while i could grip the fork and chopsticks, i couldn’t rotate them to bring the food to my mouth. i’m also walking with my hand perpendicular to my side, instead of palm facing hip like you’d normally do.

and have you ever tried to brush your teeth with your other hand? it’s not pretty.

Posted at November 22, 2005 9:17 PM