Son of a....
This sucks. This just really sucks.
So, my wrist is still feeling a little funky this morning, not too bad, I can sort of move it around... so what do I do? I stupidly leave my brace and Icy Hot patchs at home.
FUCK.
I get to work and find out Laura wants me to take the trash out and put it in the dumpster.
FUCK!!!!!
So when Lisa got there I jumped in the car and went to Wal-Greens. Picked up another box of patches and bought a new wrist brace. 14 fucking bucks for the brace, but I do have to say I like this one better than my old one. The old one I had I'd gotten at the hospital back in Middle School after a gym incident. Was playing dodge ball and I stopped the ball with my hand... it bent my fingers back until they touched my arm. Nothing was broke and no sprain, but they gave me the brace to help keep it immobile until it was better. It's made out of the same stretchy shit as an ACE bandage with a metal strip that runs from the palm down to the wrist. This new one is like a fleecey material with a metal strip that runs from the palm down to the wrist and another one that runs down the back of my hand keeping my wrist REALLY immobile. The cool thing of it is that I can take out the metal strips, so I can free up the back of my hand if I need to. Very nice. It also fastens a different way to which helps.
With this new thing I had NO problem whipping those bags into the dumpster.... well, I can't say no problem cuz damn was that NASTY!!! Due to issues with our trash pick-up, we've been stacking bags up next to the dumpster cuz there's been no room in the dumpster. So guess who got to pick all that shit up and dump it in. Oh yea, Me. UGH. The trash bags we use aren't worth the money. They rip so easily so I had trash and gunk going every where... although the trash went on the ground and the gunk went on me. I washed my hands afterwards for close to like 10 minutes... just scrubbing at my hands.
So nasty. Oh so nasty.
So, my wrist is still feeling a little funky this morning, not too bad, I can sort of move it around... so what do I do? I stupidly leave my brace and Icy Hot patchs at home.
FUCK.
I get to work and find out Laura wants me to take the trash out and put it in the dumpster.
FUCK!!!!!
So when Lisa got there I jumped in the car and went to Wal-Greens. Picked up another box of patches and bought a new wrist brace. 14 fucking bucks for the brace, but I do have to say I like this one better than my old one. The old one I had I'd gotten at the hospital back in Middle School after a gym incident. Was playing dodge ball and I stopped the ball with my hand... it bent my fingers back until they touched my arm. Nothing was broke and no sprain, but they gave me the brace to help keep it immobile until it was better. It's made out of the same stretchy shit as an ACE bandage with a metal strip that runs from the palm down to the wrist. This new one is like a fleecey material with a metal strip that runs from the palm down to the wrist and another one that runs down the back of my hand keeping my wrist REALLY immobile. The cool thing of it is that I can take out the metal strips, so I can free up the back of my hand if I need to. Very nice. It also fastens a different way to which helps.
With this new thing I had NO problem whipping those bags into the dumpster.... well, I can't say no problem cuz damn was that NASTY!!! Due to issues with our trash pick-up, we've been stacking bags up next to the dumpster cuz there's been no room in the dumpster. So guess who got to pick all that shit up and dump it in. Oh yea, Me. UGH. The trash bags we use aren't worth the money. They rip so easily so I had trash and gunk going every where... although the trash went on the ground and the gunk went on me. I washed my hands afterwards for close to like 10 minutes... just scrubbing at my hands.
So nasty. Oh so nasty.