Life isn’t a Bitch, the Past is

I just found out I have carpal tunnel syndrome in my right wrist. I am shocked and very upset. How in the hell does a person get this sort of thing by age 32! Even my doctor said I was very young to be getting it.

I am angry and I don’t know who at. Perhaps myself. I don’t know what I could have done to prevent getting this but obviously, I messed up somewhere. I just want a new body already. I am tired of things going wrong. Luckily, my wrist doesn’t hurt much during the day. It just goes numb at night. I imagine it will probably get worse as I age. UGH. You guys, I am UPSET!!

My Dr. recommended a simple wrist surgery but the idea of it makes me cringe. Surgery-yuck. On the other hand, I am a person who wants to fix things once I know how to fix them. Maybe the surgery wouldn’t be as bad as I imagine. What pissed me off more than anything was the Doctor’s oddly chipper attitude at delivering the news to me as if he were reading off a baseball scorecard.

“Yep! You have carpal tunnel for sure.”

Oh yeah? Well, fuck you very much, sir. How about you show a shred of empathy towards the life-changing news you just delivered to me you bastard.

I thought to myself. He so cooly recommended surgery. Cutting into my body is the last thing I want anyone doing.