Last night at kung fu was the kick-a-thon and board breaking fundraiser. It was exhausting but awesome, and it was a good way to vent some of my hormonal rage.
Here’s a board I broke.
And here’s a hand I broke.
Okay, really the hand isn’t broken; I just bruised the bone and ligament and sprained my wrist. It was all puffy and pretty colors this morning. I was just going to let it be, but my nurse and psychiatrist insisted I go get x-rays, so I spent half the morning at my doctor’s office.
It was my own fault. When we were breaking, all the advanced students were using hammer fists for hand techniques. I have broken boards that way before (admittedly, it was years ago), so I thought I’d show off. I broke the board very nicely, but then I spent the last few minutes of class trying not to swear or cry.
So now I’m stuck in the wrist and pinkie splints for at least two weeks. I can’t knit, and I can’t hit anything. (With that hand, anyway. I still have one hand, two feet, two elbows, and two knees that work fine.)