A Crooked Line by Liz Flaherty

I was relieved, when I fell and hurt my face and my arm and inconvenienced virtually everyone I know, that it was my left wrist that was compromised. I am, after all, right-handed. Actually, I think I'm right-bodied--everything dominant is on my right side. It will be, I thought, a piece of cake to deal with wearing a splint for four weeks. Easy. 

I can be such an idiot.

When I began this, it was with the intent of it being funny, because--for me--it kind of is. I've gone from being so-so clumsy t...