As the index says, I had to include this at the request of my dear friend Erin, after she heard my sad tale of woe- which happened while I was in the early stages of building this very site! (Yeah....putting it together took a LONG time, as all sorts of things put it off- from crazy work schedules to international travel.)
So, the story: I was watching a film (Enlightenment Guaranteed) with my mum, and had to do a weird sideways over-the-shoulder reach to get my beer (Dogfish Head Festina Peche). I did the weird reach because the table on which my beer was sitting was a high one- over my right shoulder- and the movie is subtitled, and I didn't want to pause it every time I took a swig.
I felt fine all that day....but the next day, my wrist hurt if I held it just the right way (which was most ways), and I couldn't make a tight fist or grasp things firmly (making me have to get things out of the fridge left-handed, as well as shift other tasks to that hand. It seems I'd sprained my wrist from drinking beer.
There was one funny moment with the sprain. A co-worker loaned me a wrist brace, which I wore well into a trip to Israel. One night, we had to refuel our rental car at a Palestinian-owned petrol station in the West Bank. As my friend Erin went in to pay, two nice Palestinians engaged me in conversation. They saw the brace, and one asked me if I was a wrestler.
I found this rather amusing, for some reason....
Be well
-UF
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