that’s one of those sad, lonely, sad trees
Ever slept on your arm wrong and woken up with it tingling? Have you had the delight to wake up with this numbness and be dumbfounded as to why it doesn’t go away while your day progresses? Has this numbness ever spread to your forearm?
Yup. Yup. Yup. After a doctor’s visit today, I found out that I severely compressed a nerve during my sleep last night, or at least that was the preliminary diagnosis. I need to wear an arm splint in the meantime until I regain feeling in my left hand. Luckily though, I haven’t lost much use of that hand; I can still type and hold books and slap enemies around and all of the other necessary functions of my collegiate life. It’s just odd, you know, because I can’t feel much of my hand at all.
I do wish it was a bit more exciting. Maybe, like if my hand started to fall off and I was constantly duct taping it back into position. Or maybe I could get a hook installed in its absence. Or maybe… maybe… maybe I could trade in my left hand for some rocket launching gear. Niiiiiice.
October 3rd, 2005 at 4:00 pm
“Or maybe… maybe… maybe I could trade in my left hand for some rocket launching gear.”
There you go…the Six Million Dollar Ryan.
But seriously, hurting your arm simply by sleeping wrong probably belongs in some sort of hall of fame for weird injuries–the kind that often happen to professional athletes, like the baseball pitcher who broke his pinky shaking hands with someone or the other one who threw out his back by sneezing violently.