April 16, 2007

Lamest of the Lame

Blogging may be light this week, and not just because of my schedule.

Apparently, I am no longer the badass I once was.

Once upon a time, I played co-ed softball on a team called "the Gimps," and emerged virtually unscathed.

Once upon a time, I was routinely roughed up by a hyper Korean kickboxing instructor and managed to shrug it off.

But last week, my luck ran out. I was taken out of commission, not by flying fists or swinging bats, oh no.

I tore a tendon in my right hand by ringing a handbell.

In my defense, it was a really big handbell, and I have delicate, womanly wrists.

But still.

A handbell.

So the brace I have to wear makes typing a chore. As my job consists primarily of typing, this is problematic. Which means I will probably only type when I absolutely have to. Ergo, the blogging, it will be light unless I can persuade Hublet to take dictation.

However, feel free to point and laugh in the comments. God knows everyone at work has.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at April 16, 2007 03:50 PM
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Our church recently started a handbell group. I thought about trying out for it at the time--now I'm glad I held back. I don't do well in risky situations like that. I don't even like to ride roller coasters that go upside down. Too dangerous.

I hope you heal soon.

Posted by: dhanson at April 16, 2007 04:34 PM

My husband is available to you for legal services! I vote we sue our director for loss of potential income and damages!!! Now you can come up to the higher notes where life is a breeze (though I feel a tinge of carpal tunnel due to the two in hand playing I do).

Posted by: Belle at April 16, 2007 04:38 PM

Ravel wrote a Piano Concerto for Orchestra and Left Hand, for Paul Wittgenstein (if I remember right : the Wittgenstein's brother, anyway) after a similar war injury disabled him.

I offer a Blog Thought for the Right Hand herewith (you don't say which you need) : IN JULY, OH MY KILLJOY JOHNNY, I'LL LOOK IN UPON MY JUMPY POLO PONY UP IN HILLY HONOLULU.

Or you could do left-handed haiku.

Posted by: Ron Hardin at April 16, 2007 06:51 PM

I'm left handed. Welcome to my world. Hope you get back to being "right" soon.

Posted by: Locomotive Breath at April 17, 2007 10:07 AM

Donít worry if the church doesnít come up with some compensation. Just cut you pledge until it evens out.

Posted by: jim at April 17, 2007 03:10 PM

So sorry to hear of your injury. In our bell choir we consider ringing the great big bells to be a "hairy legged job" (i.e. get a guy to do it)although as Belle pointed out there are hazards to ringing the high octaves too - like having to manage 8 freaking bells plus chimes and music that was written by a composer who is either sadistic or has a drinking problem. Sometimes its enough to make you lose your religion... but still you find that you love every minute of it. Hope you get back to ringing soon.

Posted by: Betsy at April 19, 2007 01:56 PM

The sound of handbells ringing is one of the worst sound irritants to me. They are pure evil. I'm not surprised one of them attacked you. It was only a matter of time before they were no longer content with disturbing our ears. I see now that it has begun. We've entered endgame.

Posted by: marc at April 19, 2007 02:21 PM

Sorry to hear about your injury. I'm not going to laugh or point but your situation does put me in mind of a lovely song by Anita Ward called "Ring My Bell."

I'm glad you're home
Now did you really miss me
I guess you did by the look in your eyes
Well lay back and relax while I put away the dishes
Then you and me can rock-a-bye

You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell
You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell

So maybe, for future reference, with those slender wrists it would be well for you to let someone else "ring your bell". :)

Posted by: Roberta S at April 20, 2007 05:00 PM