I messed up my wrist today, possibly while lifting a briefcase out of the car. I'd buy the liniment that my parents used to slap on strained muscles except that product, with its label promising cures for a multitude of ailments, may no longer be available due to some pesky legal restrictions. I may be able to find it in the back of an abandoned dry cleaning store.
The other day I was commiserating with an old lawyer who had, as the phrase goes, taken a fall, how you get to a certain age (another conveniently vague phrase) when you notice bumps and bruises that seem to have come from nowhere. This produces a certain caution that was not needed in earlier days when the body was less prone to play tricks.
Stretching across a car and using a couple of fingers to snag a heavy briefcase has just been added to my growing List of Things to Think About.