Figured out that it's not my wrist really causing pain. It's this son of a bitch. Son. Of. A. Bitch. I want to schedule my classes for next week, but know that I shouldn't and it's really bumming me out. Of course, as soon as I find something I truly love, my body gives me a big screw you. I was stretching last night and putting some weight down on it working on splits and such as it doesn't really hurt all that bad at all. When I was finished, I noticed this little sucker all puffed up and angry in my forearm. I iced it and what not, but I have a feeling this guy is going to give me shit for a while.