Not Dead Yet
I’m not dead. I did, however, sprain my wrist.
You may notice it is my left wrist. This is absolutely no consolation, as I am left-handed.
I spent the first part of the month really busy with school stuff, then I went to New Brunswick to visit my boyfriend for a few days (it was very much fun and he bought me birthday presents which included books, My Little Ponies, and yarn), and then when I finally had some time on my hands (no pun intended), I sprained my wrist.
I sprained it playing volleyball, which is all the explanation anyone reading this will need, as no one who knows me particularly well currently reads this blog. People who do know me, however, find this explanation implausible. (I enjoy many sports, but volleyball is not one of them.) There is some backstory which makes the volleyball-playing make sense, but it’s not necessary to mention here. I’ve said to some people, “Yeah, I did it playing volleyball” and didn’t feel like telling a whole damn tedious Story, but then I wonder, Do they think I got mad and hurt my wrist punching a wall or something and am trying to cover it up with the Worst Lie Ever?
It has healed enough so that I have taken the bandage thing off it, but I had to post a picture with it on, because now it is no longer swollen or bruised or anything and looks exactly like the other wrist. The current state of the wrist does not make for interesting blog photos. It has improved enough that I have some limited use of it now. For instance, I can now use a fork in public without embarrassing myself. Things I cannot do at the moment include handwriting, typing with both hands, playing the piano, and knitting.
Aargh.