Woke up with this pain in my left wrist. I know for a fact I didn't overdo anything with it yesterday, or whack something with it. After consulting my Anatomy Coloring Book I can report it's somewhere around the distal radioulnar joint cavity, perhaps on the ulna itself or the dorsal ulnocarpal ligament.
These details remind me of a movie I'll bet most of you are lucky enough to have never seen: The Beast With Five Fingers, a 1946 beast that ended up in the late 50's as the second feature in a Saturday afternoon special at the State Theater on Journal Square. People visiting a mansion (of course it's a mansion; there are no 3 BR 2 BTH Capes in horror movies) are being mysteriously strangled and some nights somebody plays the piano, quite professionally. The house used to belong to a piano player and to cut a very long story short, it was his hand that was strangling everybody and playing the piano in its spare time. It even strangles its faithful attendant, Peter Lorre.
This was resoundingly laughed at by Jersey City's pre-teen horror aficionados. Even a 10-year-old can tell you anybody can easily outrun a severed hand pulling itself along with its fingers.
They don't make 'em like they used to, this and Mr. Sardonicus. Good thing.
My wrist? It feels a little better now. I still can't do any heavy lifting around the house. But I can play the piano.
With one hand.
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