I tripped and fell on the cement. Something had to give from a hit that hard, and it wasn’t going to be the sidewalk. My right dominant hand was fractured, and more specifically, two of my carpal bones. So now, my injured hand fumbles along encumbered by its fiberglass cast prison making beds, picking up everyone’s messes and attempting to pencil on eyebrows that look like mismatched McDonalds’ arches. It is not pretty. Six long weeks must be endured until I get the full use of my hand back. Is it possible that I was meant to become fully ambidextrous?
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