mcblink
Ambassador of Riffs & Spliffs
It's jam night tonight. Been waiting to do it for a week. But I can't play tonight, I screwed up my wrist and I don't know how. I woke up Sunday morning and it was a little bit sore but nothing I haven't dealt with before, chalked it up to aging, complained that getting older sucks, and went about my business for the day. That business involved my daughter's birthday and me and the wife loading the kids up and heading to the waterslides. Awesome, right? Yeah, except for when my son and I got on a slide, I bent my already sore wrist way too far back or something and something went "snap crackle pop"....but it still wasn't unbearable, so we kept riding. Monday morning, I go to work and had to do some heavy lifting first thing. Not too much of a problem, a little soreness, nothing too bad. Come home, sit down, eat, watch some TV, wrist starts to REALLY ache...I'm like "wtf"?? Wake up this morning and the damn thing hurts so bad I begin to question if it's broken or not...so I hit up the store before work and buy a brace to wear. Pop some ibuprofen...hit the job. It hasn't gotten any better. So now I am home. Can't play. I'm sad. I'm just going to hang out, listen to some tunes and have a couple beers, got an ice pack on it....just gonna kick back and pout about it for a while.

