My lefthand life

When i was a very small kid, my mummy used to tell me not to always do things with my left hand, but to use my right one instead. I remember that i suggested to "call my left hand the right one".
Well, it seems when reflecting this desultory piece of memory that i'm a relearned leftie nowadays and so i got a very special relationship with my left hand. It is actually the one that is mostly injured (could be due to now lack of skillfulness)

Anyway, i just wanted to tell a tale of my injured left hand, which is to be exact sprained.
Last weekend, i went hiking in the tyrolean mountain (yes, i know already, what you want to say: "of course, a lowland indian like you can only come back from hiking injured - if not dead"). Well, it was a fine day all in all...


The thing is that i noticed when arrived at home, that i caught a nasty sunburn (even if i greased myself with sunoil!) . But several days after this trip i found that my left hand was swollen and hurting. In fact, i had a little downfall on boulder and landed - yes, on my left hand. It actually didn't hurt until then, so i didn't bother about it. But then it suddenly became worse and didn't allow me to ride my bike anymore (which is WORST case scenario!).
So i went to my doc, who sent me straight to x-ray (i got now very cool x-rays of my left hand =^+^=) to see if something is broken.
Of course it wasn't - as i have never broken anything in my whole life - and i have to wear now a dressy bandage with curd cheese inside (homespun remedy ;))


Yeah, you never know why you have two hands, until you lose one of them (even if only temporarily)! And i can only recomend you to be careful when hiking on unknown terrain and when opening a beer with one hand - it always looks easier than it is!

Cheers, Ingrid
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