Today, it occurred to me: it's been over three years since I cracked my left wrist: it was August 10, 2003. Cracked does not mean broken, as some people keep saying "broken."

Oh, the life-changing drama... of course, it was while I was recovering that I found BZP.

Now my left hand is dealing with a separate injury from something else that happened in June (you don't want to know). Nothing weakens a person more than severely hurting the weaker side (I'm right-handed) because building up strength again is difficult. My left side is cursed, I tell ya: I'm more likely to get hurt on that side of my body than the other.

Long live the accident-prone people... in the hospital maybe, but long live the accident-prone!

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