I'm seriously beginning to think that my body is trying to meet some sort of quota for how many things can go wrong with me in one year.
The other night I bailed stepping over a parking block and allowed my right hand, my favorite, to take the brunt of the fall. I must have crushed the shit out of it because it is currently about the size of a softball and the swelling is so thick that I can't tell if it's broken or not. The palm of my hand is slowly turning darker and the pain is almost nauseating at times.
Don't get me wrong, I can still use it. I'm just worried that it might be broken. That would be amazing because we play a show in two weeks and I can't really afford to take time off work. I also don't like icing it when I sleep because the coldness seems to give me nightmares.
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I probably should have asked you this in person, but is masturbation like doing a fat chick?
ouch, okay, so this is what happened. :(
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