According to information I just Googled (I still hesitate to call it “facts”, even though we all know that everything on the internet is true), lefties comprise only 10% of the population. Oddly, the same information suggests righties don’t make the remaining 90%. Part of the rest is made up of “multi-handers” (as opposed to ambidextrous). Odd.
Anyhoo, it’s no secret that I’m thoroughly left hand dominated. As I watch the thin white line that is my new scar form on the bottom of my left palm, I realized that I am also left hand (and arm) injury dominated.
Way back when I was out on my own for the first time, I had a fourth floor apartment (condo, really). The cool thing about being up in the air (actually, the ONLY cool thing) is that you get a great cross wind if you’ve got east-west windows, which I did.
One time, the kitchen window (standard vertical slider, with a latch in the middle) was stuck. It was off track and needed to be jerked back in place to move up. After some considerable effort yielded no result, I leaned in with my strong-arm and hand braced against the window and…the hand went through the window. Talk about not knowing your own strength!
Another of those “near misses” I have so recently enjoyed. A glass shard wedged itself into my left wrist. I decided not to pull it out and instead drove to the clinic a few minutes away for them to do it. No biggie, other than a little scar on the left wrist.
Years of various sports and outdoor activities led to a malfunctioning A-C joint in my (duh) left shoulder which required arthroscopic surgery and extensive rehab.
A few years after that, the dermatologist determined I needed to have some surgery on the upper part of (yup) my left arm. Throw in another white line.
Now, I have my newest reminder of just how much a lefty I am. I mean, come on! Every injury I’ve ever had on my hands or arms has been on my left?
That’s not right.