Double Naught Spy
Sus Venator
The weird thing about injuries is that they often have memories associated with them. So every time one flares up, mentally I am transported back to when it happened or became a problem, first.
Today, and for the last few days, I have been nursing a subluxated (partial dislocation) wrist. I pulled it out of socket trying to move a big hog. It stems back to the same sort injury that occurred about 25 years ago. My parents bought a house and there were all of these large rocks that needed to be moved out of the yard. Most were 20-30 lbs, but some were 50-80 lbs. At the end of the 2nd day of doing this mindless task, I was carrying one of the larger rocks when the wrist gave out with a sucking sound, the rock dropped and scraped my shin on the way down, and the wrist slurped back together.
Today, and for the last few days, I have been nursing a subluxated (partial dislocation) wrist. I pulled it out of socket trying to move a big hog. It stems back to the same sort injury that occurred about 25 years ago. My parents bought a house and there were all of these large rocks that needed to be moved out of the yard. Most were 20-30 lbs, but some were 50-80 lbs. At the end of the 2nd day of doing this mindless task, I was carrying one of the larger rocks when the wrist gave out with a sucking sound, the rock dropped and scraped my shin on the way down, and the wrist slurped back together.
