I'm wearing a wrist brace. Also, sometimes, one of those tennis elbow straps. Seems I have one of those new-fangled "repetitive stress injuries" like carpal tunnel. Only I don't have carpal tunnel. Just a perpetually sore wrist and occassionally sore elbow. My doctor calls it "micro-trauma" that just builds up over time. It probably got exasperated by a meeting of three different events confluencing onto my wrist at one time. First, new keyboard at work that makes me slam the keys down to type. (I think I'll go keyboard shopping today and just get my own keyboard, something with a light touch.) Second, starting a new (awesome) knitting project that requires a lot of twisting and cables and such. Third, our neighbors gave us a backyard swingset that Evelyn LOVES. I'm pretty sure she could swing for hours and hours. But she can't pump yet, so we have to push her, and that is just another straw on the wrist-camel's back.
So, ouch.
A week in a brace at all times, then wearing the brace when I do "hurty" things like complicated knitting or maybe typing. Totally sucky.
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I receommend "The Architecture of Happiness" by Alain De Boton. (It's about buildings)
MOM
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