"Hand of Doom"

The results are in: my right hand and/or wrist are not broken, just seriously sprained and reeeeeeeeeallllllly sore and swollen.

After thwaking my right limb pretty good on the concrete at a local skatepark on Sunday, my wrist slowly inflated throughout the day, until it was almost jiggling by bedtime. Unable to move it on Monday morning, I visited the doctor to have it X-rayed.

For the next three weeks, I have to wear a soft cast. Since I manage to earn a couple of bucks a month as a writer, this is seriously impeding my progress. (This entry took nine hours to compose, by the way, typing with just my tongue.)

But there is some good news in all this: since we have good insurance this year, I spent a grand total of $15 on this little malady.