I’ll start: I tried to move a bookshelf while drunk about 6 years ago and tore a tendon in my shoulder pretty damn good. It still bothers me sometimes if I move it wrong or sleep on it wrong.
I’ll start: I tried to move a bookshelf while drunk about 6 years ago and tore a tendon in my shoulder pretty damn good. It still bothers me sometimes if I move it wrong or sleep on it wrong.
In high school I pierced the webbing of my left hand between my thumb and forefinger with a stud to look cool.
I hit nerves and destroyed the muscles in that part of my hand. It’s my dominant hand and still works okay, but I had to learn to do a few things with my right hand afterwards due to issues with lack of strength. Like, I can’t open jars and shit now with my shitty hand.
But on the other hand, as a lefty, at least partially you learned to live life the right way. The way God intended.