Hey, so I'm a little concerned here. My wrist appears! to be broken. By appears I mean there is all the proof but for the x-rays which come in tomorrow. It certainly hurts like a bitch. And given that it's been broken three times before, and that I spent six hours throwing last weekend, I'm not very surprised. And by throwing I mean as in clay on the wheel, not as in big rocks at stupid people (which I would enjoy as much as any sort of throwing).
Anyway, I was taking it easy until I went to the doctor, who was young and very much in like with himself, and very fancily told me about how after one damages the wrist joint there is all sort of "degeneration" and I'll basically have this problem forever and he's sorry to tell me, but basically I can never have my wrist back and he is "sorry he had to tell me this". Dude, it's not cancer. I'm not dying. Why are you so smug? He did a lot of examination mumbling things "to himself" like "yeah, yeah, there is definitely damage here... hmmm that's not good...". I wanted to slap him and tell him he is definitely not getting laid otherwise he wouldn't feel superior telling me bad news. Only people that don't get laid do this shit.
And it does suck, of course, I'm not saying it's all kittens and sunshine, because it means pottery is out of the question for some time, which really does upset me a lot. Pottery is my happy place. On the other hand, maybe it's a break I should take advantage of and sign up for Arabic and Math instead, which I've been meaning to do for some time. My hand is in a brace right now, and I already realize how much more uncomfortable I'm going to be with a full cast. I can barely type (pain), it's impossible to use the mouse with my right hand (pain, brace in the way), I can't turn faucets or even bottle caps, it's hard to drive, washing dishes is a bigger pain in the butt, I can't scratch my left side, etc etc. But, having done this three times before in a much less mature stage of my life I think I can handle it just fine this time around. (if I can't the next post is going to be super whiny)
Oh, George Carlin. You funny man. I just wish I had more shirts with your quotes when I was living with my psycho fundamentalist Christian roommate who thought that the world was 10,000 years old and that dinosaur bones prove (prove!) that either 1. Almighty God put them here to fuck with our heads or 2. Dinosaurs were on the Ark, but all the books of the Bible that mention the 'giant fucking lizards' didn't make it to the final edition of the golden book.
Oh, silly Christians. You funny people. What the fuck are you thinking. I'm not talking to you moderate liberal Christians (you fake half-asses), I'm talking to you weird ones, the FOX-watchin', Bush-lovin', church-goin', anti-stem cell research bongos that fuck with my trying to like people and all. Why can't you see that you have no arguments, just beliefs?
Oh, silly me. Blogging at work.