Today I was wounded in the line of duty. I had a supplier in my car while making my rounds, and he just HAD to bring a bunch of different Champagnes for us to show (and try!). Damn, I hate that. Because it is Summer and all, and it has been mid 80s-low 90s, I knew it was important to keep those suckers chilled. So last night I filled up all the ice trays and this morning went to put all the ice in a small ice chest, just like the kind your favorite alcoholic relative brings along to every gathering – charming!
Anyway, I was twisting an ice tray and must have made a weird turn or something, my wrist totally screamed out in agony. Each and every second of the day it hurt more. To the point that every time I turned the steering wheel or picked up the bag of wine to show, I had to wimper and then complain. Okay, that might not be anything new, but this time it really hurt!
All I have been doing since I got home from work at 8pm (more whining) is icing my poor, painful, swollen wrist. In fact, it hurts to even type this post. Do you suppose I can apply for workers' comp?
By the way, is it ironic of merely pathetic that I have to ice a wound I received from an ice tray?
Posted by kerewin at July 19, 2005 09:12 PM