An Old Man's Rambling

An Old Man's Rambling

At two in the morning I am woken

by a painful left wrist, agonizing in itself,

more so when I try to use it.

When I get up, I find the hand,

my dominant hand, is of little use.

I'm old and I'm handicapped.

Able to have only one hand

on the wheel, driving isn't something

I should do. With prescriptions to

pick up, I call my sisters who

come and take me to the pharmacy.

A problem solved.

In my ninth decade,

there's a worry that every ache

has a more profound reason.

Quickly to the computer, I search

for “wrist pain” on the internet.

A relief, this pain is just plain pain.

Some helpful hints and a prognosis-

without further aggravation- it will

last about two day.

Nine out of ten times the body heals itself.

It's that one time that has a wider implication.

This time it was one of the nine.

That one in ten is yet to come.