I'm typing this left-handed. It's not very easy. I injured my right wrist a few days ago, and as the stubborn, red-blooded American male that I am, I didn't do anything about it. Actually, that's not entirely true. I did do something about it: I played several intense games of volleyball with a chip on my shoulder because I was told that I wouldn't be able to play hurt.
Sure showed them.
I also showed myself. And over the next few days or weeks that I have to wear this brace on my wrist, I hope to show myself something I'm good at other than writing. In a bored stupor this morning, I wondered what life would be like if I couldn't type anymore. And I realized that I might be in trouble if that's ever the case. So here we go, an adventure of unprecedented proportions. Rest assured, there won't be any career changes made. I'll be sure to write about it when I'm done.
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