Picking up my son has tweaked my wrist.
I need a brace for it.
I need to wrap it.
I need to take care of it.
My wrist is important.
It keeps my hand attached to me.
Otherwise my hand would run off and I probably wouldn't be able to find it.
My hand can be an asshole and I know it's just waiting for a chance to get the hell out of here.
It just wants to run away slapping people.
But I'm not going to let it.