Aug. 23, 2007
Now, before you say anything, Sarah, I know it's been a while since we last spoke to each other and it's my fault. But football has been taking its toll on me. Almost all of my fingers are sprained and swollen and it's almost painful to write this. I keep getting them caught in between my helmet and the person I am hitting just before we collide. It's a very unpleasant sensation and I wouldn't recommend it.
It is actually my right hand which gets bruised up the most and I am right handed. A year ago, this would have been unfortunate. But with such fantastic foresight, I expect this day would come and I've prepared myself for it. I was going through a rough time in my life about a year ago when I realized how dependent I am on my right hand. This led to my phobia of losing it.
I was extremely paranoid and would always walk around protecting it, usually by keeping it in my pocket. Occasionally, if I was wearing shorts, if I was wearing shorts without pockets, I'd put it directly into my shorts for safeguarding.
This helped protect my hand in two ways. First, it kept it out of the open where anything from wild bikers or flying objects could swoosh by and hard it. Second, no one wanted to shake my hand or slap it, and this lowered my chance of injuring it. However, I realized I could not live my life with this incessant fear, and took action. I taught myself to use my left hand and it soon replaced my right in almost all affairs.
The reason I bring this up is because I just recently reaped my first real reward of my ambidexterity. Now, some things I still like to do right handed, but I made the silly mistake of getting my right hand bandaged up for practice before I used the bathroom. There was no chance in the world that my right hand could have functioned under such professional bandaging. With time running out before practice was set to begin, my left hand jumped in, prepared to do its part after a year of training. It cleaned my mess flawlessly...well, I hope. Either that or I'll have a rash tomorrow!!! But it was better than nothing.
Here's to you Mr. Left Hand. I owe you one!
Singing off left handed,