Oh man, this is killing me... whenever I injure a part of my body I learn to appreciate it more, but I have become especially aware of how much I take for granted having two good hands. I think I may have injured it tumbling or spotting at the gym, but I never remember any specific point of injury. It wasn't until I woke up the next morning, feeling like an elephant had slept on my hand, that I realized something was terribly wrong with my grabber. I though it had just fallen so asleep during the night that it was throbbing while the blood rushed back in, but it just seemed to hurt more as I gained consciousness. It has now been three long days of icing, laying around, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and creative living techniques (try putting on a bra with one hand, or cutting an orange with one hand...impossible), along with many embarrassing moments as I ran all my weekend errands with my hand up (it kills to let it hang by my side or swing while I walk). I am waiting for someone to be like hey you, you got a question to ask or somethin'? I have officially named it my "little chub chub", and I would really like it to go away! It has been soooo painful, and almost impossible to ever get comfortable. I even took Ibuprofen for the first time in several years... I feel like a hard core druggy. On Monday I am planning to get it looked at, I am hoping they will give me hand-lipo or something... I just want it to stop hurting!!! So, the point of this post is to make you feel sorry for me, and also to make you go try to cut an orange with one hand... or fold laundry, or shave your armpits...single handedly!
Love, The Michelin Woman


