This thumb is not mine. This one is smiling. Mine is not smiling right now.
Friday, January 11, 2019
The other night I was throwing something away and the bag was a little full. I tossed whatever it was in the bag and then pushed down. The minute I felt it I knew I had made a mistake. My thumb went straight down onto a dog food can lid that I had thrown away earlier. This was no little scratch either. I wrapped it tightly in a paper towel until I could get it to stop bleeding. I probably could have used a couple stitches but it was late, and I was not about to go sit in an emergency room. I played doctor and fixed myself up. I realized how difficult it is to do quite a few things when you can't really use your thumb. Since my thumb is now a bit sensitive, I also discovered how many times in a day I bump my thumb on things. That poor baby takes a beating.