I don't know what I was doing when it happened.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Something normal, like washing the breakfast dishes, or making someone's lunch.
The shooting pain came out of nowhere - enough to make me stop what I was doing and take notice.
"OW!" I said. "WHAT was THAT?!"
The pain went away, as quickly as it came.
But, then it came back.
I never realized how much I use my left thumb.
I discovered that if I kept it attached to my left pointer finger
(with invisible tape ),
I was less likely to cause the pain to reappear.
What could have caused this?
There was no pain when I went to bed, the night before.
Did I sleep on it funny?
I recently heard a story on television about a guy who dreamed
that he dove into the water without using his arms.
He woke up on the floor with a sprained neck.
Maybe I dove into the shallow end . . . . . .
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Something normal, like washing the breakfast dishes, or making someone's lunch.
The shooting pain came out of nowhere - enough to make me stop what I was doing and take notice.
"OW!" I said. "WHAT was THAT?!"
The pain went away, as quickly as it came.
But, then it came back.
I never realized how much I use my left thumb.
I discovered that if I kept it attached to my left pointer finger
(with invisible tape ),
I was less likely to cause the pain to reappear.
What could have caused this?
There was no pain when I went to bed, the night before.
Did I sleep on it funny?
I recently heard a story on television about a guy who dreamed
that he dove into the water without using his arms.
He woke up on the floor with a sprained neck.
Maybe I dove into the shallow end . . . . . .
and landed on my thumb.
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