Yet. Another. Hand. Injury.
May 17th, 2016
I have injured myself.
Whilst driving to work yesterday morning, I was minding my own business when all of a sudden, a streak of brown and gray terror appeared in front of my car. Having accelerated to about fifty five miles per hour by this point, I didn't really have much time to react to the minor meat missile that threatened me and my automobile, so I reached up with my right hand and jerked the wheel hard.
Typically, I drive with my left hand on the wheel, and my right free to take care of other things when I don't feel the need to actually turn. It's used for, you know, taking a drink of this, scratching that, changing gears when applicable, that kind of thing. Though I was able to reach up in a jiffy and lurch the Fit ™ such that the stupid raccoon wasn't in my direct path, it was not without consequence.
As I completed my sudden, emergency maneuver, my right wrist made a distressing 'pop' sound, and suddenly hurt a whole lot. The pain faded a bit over the course of my commute, but I have found that I can't really use my right arm to lift anything without more pain. And by anything I mean anything. This is a bit of a conundrum, considering a large part of my job involves lifting things, but eh.
If I slack off for a few days, it's not like I'll be doing less work than anyone else up here. I lucked out a bit, though as Brenda has a brace that she picked up for her right arm the last time it was giving her guff, so I have made use of it. Sort of. Her hands are a lot smaller than mine, so this thing is only minimally clinging to my hand, but cling it is. Hopefully it'll help out.
I'd rather not have to get a steroid shot in my hand. Or whatever it is they do to fix up this kind of problem. Needles? No thanks!