If youíd asked me in the middle of the night how I thought Iíd be spending today, I might have guessed that Iíd be in the emergency room having a bone in my arm set and cast. Thatís because my guess at the time was that Iíd broken something, or else it couldnít possibly hurt that much. I spent the night with my left wrist cradled in my right hand, just to keep the pain to a minimum.
The fact that Iím here, the next day, typing with both hands tells me nothing was broken. The fact that Iím doing it with very little pain tells me I was probably being overly dramatic in the middle of the night, when I was answering imaginary questions from imaginary people. In fact, for most of the day today, I was able to forget completely how Iíd spent the night in worry, stress and borderline agony.
It started when I went to bed last night, but at that time Iíd already been asleep for an hour or more in the recliner, apparently in an awkward position that put stress on my wrist and arm. I didnít know if Iíd make it through the night, or what I might have to do in the morning to get past the pain. As it turned out, all I had to do was get up and go about my business. Early in the day I got to the point where I could hardly feel it at all.