I'm sure that many of you remember that I broke my wrist a few years
back and wore a pink cast for a few months. After cutting the cast
off myself, I went to physical therapy a few times and never went
back. Work got busy and instead of healing a wrist I would need for
the rest of my life, I decided to work hard to help make additional
money for people who eventually fired me.
Since then I have noticed that the range of motion for that wrist is
somewhat limited, but it hasn't really affected my life much.
Until now.
Over the weekend, the wife and I bought Rock Band, a video game that
you play by pressing buttons on a plastic guitar or hitting colored
drum pads in time with the video on the screen. My wrist hurts like
hell after one or two songs on the guitar, which has forced my wife to
take up the guitar and relegated me permanently to drums. It's only a
matter of time before she attracts a ton of groupies and leaves me.
Nobody loves the drummer.
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