Confession: I have an insanely sensitive right "ulnar nerve".
It's the nerve that lends to the term "funny bone". The one that, when hit just right, gives that fuzzy, tingly feeling all over your arm that is anything BUT funny.
However, when that nerve is sensitive, it means hitting it just the wrong way causes a pain slicing up your arm so intense you want it to fall off. It's like a hot blade sawing through your ring finger and middle finger, trailing all the way down to the elbow.
My left side is normal - fuzzy, uncomfortable, but manageable. My right side...
|The Gates of Hell|
The Temple of the Holy Goats.
Seriously. We went there.
This was also the place where it was believed the Gates of Hell were kept - here, hell/hades/whatever you called it lurked. If you were quiet, you could hear goats bleating.
Just kidding. You couldn't. That would have been really disturbing.
Near here is also a place called Abraham's Arch. This is relevant (and awesome) because Abraham actually came by this place...like...really. This man from history who is way back in BC walked through this place. There are still things from the people there...so old, yet preserved as best they can.
From my point of view, we walked on from the arch and I lost myself in my own thoughts. That is, until a searing, white hot pain shot up my arm...
Back story time!
Now, because this was Abraham's Arch and there were several things about this place enriched in history...
|Abraham's Arch - thousands of years old|
"Look! It's Abraham's dirt! He touched this dirt."
"Hey, Abraham's water...bet he walked through this exact water."
And my personal favorite.
"This is Abraham's rock. He touched this rock, you guys," Owen said to a group around him. I was ahead of him, and being who he is, Owen thought it would be funny to throw 'Abraham's rock' at my backpack.
Being the musician (not athletic) he is...he missed. The rock sailed by and I continued on, oblivious. Not one to give up, Owen plucked another rock from the dirt and gently lobbed it through the air at me...
And dropped me to my knees.
He didn't hit my backpack.
He hit my ultra sensitive Ulnar Nerve.
On my end, after minding my own business, I was suddenly on my knees, eyes watering, feeling like my arm was being cut in half by a knife.
|Probably what I looked like when|
I spun around after being hit...
Super cute, right?
If I thought Owen apologized one million times in the line through Denver security (Two Trips and a Loss), it was nothing to how bad he felt at this moment.
While Owen felt awful...I was mortified. Of course the one stupid place in which the lightest touch can cause discomfort is THE landing place for the stupid rock thrown by the usually gentle pianist.
My world went a bit black around the edges, my arm throbbed, and Owen chuckled guiltily while repeatedly apologizing. If mine was the trip of blundering embarrassments, his was the trip of apologetic shenanigans.
An hour passed before I could use my arm again - it's that stupid. I tried to play it down "Oh. I'm fine. No big deal. Why am I holding my arm awkwardly at my side? For fun of course! It's really comfortable..."
Shoot me now.
What's your Achilles' Heel? Do you have a trick knee, a bad hip, or maybe ankles that click? Can someone undo your world with a little flick of your ear? Let's commiserate together, I bet you won't look as foolish as I did :)
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