Somehow, I’ve managed to bung up my wrist, and as usual my ill-advised attempts at self-medication have only made it worse.
David would tell me to go to the doctor, but then he thrives on finding the definitive solution to these sorts of problems, while I actively avoid the time-consuming spiral of tests and referals and treatments where everyone eventually just gives up, and the problem goes away on its own.
Plus, in this case, there’s a certain level of embarrassment, since I’d have to tell my doctor that it really hurts when I reach around to . . . wipe my ass.
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