My retarded side... is retarded!
DUN DUN DUN!
|Where are all of her internal organs? No really, where?|
Against what everyone else seemed to think was my better judgement, I grappled tonight with a broken finger. I wore my split, taped it up, and then wrapped my entire hand in an ace bandage. I wanted to make sure it was as protected as I could get it.
Surprisingly, it didn't bother me. I thought maybe the jostling and jolting may have been irritating, but it was fine. I mean, I was also on kid duty tonight, so that may have played a factor. 50 pound 8 year olds can't really jolt me around. (I did roll with Allie too, but she was more afraid for my hand then I was, so she had her kid gloves on with me. =) Thanks, Allie.)
Anyway, my point.
My right hand is the injured one, so I had to do everything lefty. And omg, do I ever suck as a left handed grappler. I know it is normal to have a retarded side, and everyone has one, but dang, is my retarded side ever retarded. I don't think I did anything right on the first try during drilling, at all. It was kind of frustrating, but I suppose in the long run working my retarded side is a good thing.
Oh, and have I offended anyone yet with my choice of non politically correct term? Sorry, but the left side of my body is characterized by retardation. It shows slowness and limitation in ability and development. I suppose I could use the PC term, and say my left side is differently abled than my right, but saying my differenly abled side is differenly abled doesn't have the same ring to it.
Anyway! To sum it all up... I grappled with a broken finger, it didn't hurt, but I sucked. Bad.