The Curious Case of the Wrist and the Drumming

Many moons ago, while working on a cruise ship, I managed to give myself an RSI-type injury in both my wrists. Booooo. I then stopped working on cruise ships and started doing NO HANDS Massage (hurray!) and the RSI pretty much went away. Every now and then it would have a moan, but generally I was OK. *Then* I got knocked off my bike, spraining my left wrist and about 48 hours later I managed to break said wrist having just been admiring my roofer's work (another story for another day). So all in all, of all of my body (lungs aside) my wrists have had a comparatively rough ride.

Over Christmas I took great pleasure in beasting my parents' hedge and in so doing managed to do *something* which my wrists didn't like. But it seemed to be improving. And then I was so blown away by the brilliance of Aqua Springs that I felt invincible. I digress. Back in the swing of things said left wrist was continuing to be a nuisance and has been progressing through various stages of aching, stabby pain and general discomfort. And yet, this is a happy tale. Some (but not as many) moons ago I discovered a samba band based in Lancaster, Batala, and thought to myself "Wouldn't that be a marvellous thing to get involved with?" They only do beginner training once a year and had an issue with their rehearsal venue so after a false start last October I was given a taster session: this evening.

Given the issues with my wrist, part of me thought I should give it a miss but for a whole bunch of reasons I decided to head over to the rehearsal venue and see what happened. End result? After about an hour of drumming (on three different types of drum - my fave is definitely the bass drum) I realised my wrist felt better than it had done for ages. Completely the opposite result than I had feared! I still have no idea what's going on with my wrist and now have an appointment to get it checked out, just to be on the safe side, but drumming-therapy is definitely something I could get used to!