My left hand.
Did I mention I'm left handed?
So that's that. It sucks but probably won't require surgery and I've always wanted to know what it would be like if I had to live with one less appendage.....siiiiiike. Truth be told I've developed a new appreciation for my right hand. I've obviously always favored my left hand but now I know that my right hand is just as capable! Unless, of course, we're judging on handwriting alone. In that case, my right hand is at a 3rd grade status. Tops.
I have to admit something, before I broke my hand, I was really in the mood to bake something, yet again. And I did not practice the same self discipline as the previous night that involved zucchini tots. I caved. I just really needed some homemade chocolate chip cookies!!
But don't worry, I only had
I'll be real with you, I was in a dark place. The Olympics were coming to a close, I had just broken my hand, I'm still trying to come to terms with the fact that the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series came to an end. The cookies were just there. And a full jug of milk was in the fridge. And I obviously needed to be consoled. and....and....
Who could resist such deliciousness?! I'm only human!
But to be fair, I really did feel better after dunking those chocolately morsels into a glass of iced cold milk. I maybe even remember the doctor saying something about cookies and milk! Maybe? Well, it could have been the pain meds talking. We'll never know.
For now, I a raise glass (of milk, duh) to my right hand for getting me through the day to day tasks, such as buttoning my pants and removing lids. I didn't know you had it in you! Here, here! (I'm not even sure what that means but I feel like I hear it a lot when toasts are involved. Mostly in the movies.)
Cheers!
- Brit
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