I was practicing my karate today when something awful–what, you didn’t know I practiced karate? Well, neither did I until after I had attempted to karate chop an extremely stuck shelf into place and discovered that Mr. Miyagi was right and I should have waxed on/waxed off for a while first. The something awful I alluded to earlier is the condition of my hand, post-chop. My right hand.
I’m pretty sure that nothing is actually broken, since I can bend my fingers and rotate my wrist. Sort of. But it’s awfully sore, a little bit swollen, and I can’t put my weight on it. Good thing I don’t have to walk on my hands. Unfortunately, it makes a push-up out of the question. I predict mostly legs and core work for me at the gym tomorrow, so stay tuned for whining about that.
For now, it’s back to icing and compression and crossing the fingers on my good hand that a good night’s sleep will take care of the worst of the problem. Wish me luck!
Have you ever done something and realized in the middle or immediately after doing it that it was probably a really, really dumb thing to do?