Seriously. Who knew a little wrist sprain could be this painful!
Have no idea how the sprain came about. Didn't stumble and fall on the pavement. Perhaps all that twisting and turning during dance class could have caused the wrist sprain.
Oh woe my poor wrist.
Yes, it's my arm! Ouch.
We never do appreciate what we had till it's gone. Turns out the wrist - such a tiny little joint with dozens of lil tendons - does a lot of heavy-duty work. The most trifling insignificant actions start becoming a major pain in the... wrist. Twisting doorknobs and opening jars? Ouch. Turning the steering wheel isn't exactly smooth either. Wince. Even holding up a coffee mug is a strain! Even typing too fast is painful.
Best I can do with that hand is to roll the optical mouse around. And type with one finger.
I know. Doctors make the wimpiest, whiniest patients around.
For those curious enough, treatment of a sprained wrist - in cases where there is no fracture or significant instability - is the RICE method which stands for Rest Ice Compression Elevation. Resting my hand now of course. To cover the compression bit, also clipped on a slapdash splint made out of sticks and a borrowed glove.
Ouch. At least it's not the hand I wank with.