Okay, so I’m going to tell you a little story about how somehow…my wrist and my entire right arm is in excruciating pain. I had so many ideas for blog posts and everything. I thought, yeah, I’m going to talk about too shy to function, smartphones ruling our lives, The Guard movie, and how I have witnessed that love can last for a long time, even after the person is gone. Now, well, I’m typing single handedly, letter by letter, bit by bit, and I’m hoping that tomorrow will prove to be a much nicer, if not more painfree day. Until then, I guess we’ll see how these blog posts will come around.
Anyway, so this is the stupidest thing, and I don’t know why I’m still typing. But I got this thing, chemical, that removes that grime from the front of your headlights. You know, so that the bulb can actually go through and you can actually see the road at night. Well, I guess I got overzealous thinking that I can go ahead and get rid of that damn gunk, and lo and behold, I tweak my wrist. Pain shoots up my right arm, and soon I find I can’t move it certain ways. Now mind you, this arm is the arm I broke when I was a kid. So, I can’t turn my arm or my wrist, I think my bones are dislocated, and I’m just being a big drama queen.
After some movement, I notice, I can’t open doors or blow my own nose (it’s that fun allergy season for me), and I’m just bent out of shape…literally. Needless to say, I finished buffing out the grime from my headlights, and now they shine like diamonds. My left hand doing things it hadn’t done since I had first broke my right arm. So, that’s cool. I can see again in the night. But now, I can’t even open a damn refrigerator door. Tomorrow morning, my wrist will miraculously improve…I hope. So I just wanted to share what a weakling I am, and how this dislocation/pinched nerve/about to be amputated wrist has totally just screwed me up a bit.
Of course, it didn’t stop me from spending almost an hour trying to write this damn thing. I’m going to bed.
