I'm about to go over to Health Services to have them check out my wrist. It was really hurting yesterday, although it feels better today. Being the medical professional that I am, I have self-diagnosed my injury as the cause of one of three possibilities:
1. softball
2. typing for 900 hours a time at work
3. softball and typing for 900 hours a time at work
I'm hoping she will have some magical cure, like snap it some crazy way and fix it forever. Or drugs. I'm okay with drugs. More likely she will tell me I need to type differently and quit softball. Worst case I will be fitted with some sort of brace. Which I won't wear and will continue to fuck up my wrist.
Why doesn't my body work anymore? Oh yeah, because I'm getting effing OLD. Not really, I'm just feeling sorry for myself. I think I'll go buy an Audi and cry in it.
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