stupid body

So, today I found out that I need a wrist splint to 'keep my wrist in a neutral position' for six to eight weeks. Naturally, I'm not too happy about this. Here's how the story goes:

1. During squash game, notice click in wrist, continue to play, pain bearable.
2. Continue to play over next two weeks or so, pain not going away.
3. Go to physio, he gives me exercises and tells me to tape it and see if that makes it better.
4. After the next inconclusive appointment, he refers me to a hand specialist in Wellington.
5. Make numerous trips during work time to Newtown (right over the other f***ing side of the city, for those of you who don't know).
6. Get and do numerous sets of exercises/ measurements since beginning September. 
7. Hand specialist puzzled by lack of getting better-ness. Refers to radiology for ultrasound.
8. Another appointment in the city.
   
9. Discovery of sprained/ torn ligament in hand. 
10. Notice of 6-8 weeks in splint. 

The annoying thing is, if my ligament damage was diagnosed near the beginning, the healing may have already been mostly done.

The other annoying thing is, all the things that are going to become a fricken pain in the ass while I wait for my wrist-that's-not-really-even-sore-anymore to 'heal' in its splint: probably no motorbiking, probably shouldn't drive but probably will because I'll need to, difficulty writing, no squash except if I want to be Mrs Gammy again with my left hand (but then I'll probably just do the same to it), an awesome looking appendage on my wrist for the summer, difficulty typing, difficulty showering, difficulty doing everything else with my right hand.

I think ultimately, this has confirmed that my body was just not made for sport, or any physically (even somewhat) demanding game. Even the ones I appear to enjoy.

My squash has been squashed.