Had a very quiet night at jujitsu last night because of some pretty unpleasant pain in my right shoulder. I thought it was from a biopsy my doctor took to check an emerging skin cancer.
Nope.
I realised by the end of the night that I had done myself a whoopsee. Not on the mat in some willing encounter with a highly trained fighter.
Nope.
I made a hurty-boo-boo for myself editing a manuscript all day and forgetting to change my trackpad from left hand to right at regular intervals.
This morning it feels like I’ve been struck by an arrow in the scapula. But a cartoon arrow. Still painful, but faintly ridiculous.
This has to be the softest thing I’ve heard this week. I’m surprised Havok hadn’t chimed in.
Don’t get me wrong … I feel for you, however, I am glad that you incurred this womanly injury
while producing words that I can trade for cash and not doing something else that doesn’t improve my life.
Best go see the boss for some Workcover.