Several weeks back, I slipped on the ice and put my right hand down to break my fall. My wrist was sore for a few days, but nothing major. And then I painted the kitchen, thereby aggravating what was apparently a minor strain into full-blown tendonitis. Still not serious, of course, but Highly Annoying.
I’m wearing a brace to keep the wrist straight, which makes me feel a little like I have my very own Mignola-esque Hand of Doom, except (downside) I can’t use it to bash baddies. Plus, Hellboy appears to be left-handed (at least in weapon-based circumstances), which I am not. The brace is helping my physical pain, but is really disturbing my calm. By immobilizing my right wrist, the brace is immobilizing ME, and I have Things To Do!
So does Hellboy.
As it feels better, I keep trying to use my right hand a bit more for minor projects. Sanded the deck box for restaining. Felt fine! An hour later, felt not so fine. Spackled the cracks in the kitchen ceiling. Kinda hurty. I’m going to have to just Stop for a while, and stopping is really hard when spring is in the air and I’ve cancelled cable. At least typing is no problem. And, as you can tell, there’s always our DVD collection.
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