My wrist has been bothering me quite a bit this past week, luckily not the hand I use to draw/tattoo, but the ache is enough that I finally went to go get it checked out today.
The Dr. I got to see at the walk-in clinic was bangin’… as in “hellooooo-please-check-my-temperature-and-I’ll-play-with-your-stethescope” bangin’.
Apparently I may have carpal tunnel syndrome. Dr. Bangworthy said this can sometimes happen with dominant hands as we get older. So I explained I was a southpaw, not right-handed, and he then asked what kind of repetitious movements I may be doing with my right hand on a daily basis that could possibly cause it.
All I could think of as an answer was “diddling”.
Diddling, diddling, diddling… DON’T SAY DIDDLING.
So I just sat there in silence staring at him while I could feel the hot flush of my blushing furiously creep up my face.
“Oh. Ummm.. well, you know… like typing on a keyboard…” he suggested helpfully.
“YES! THAT! KEYBOARD!”
I may have replied a tad too eagerly.