It's hard to be a primate....
It's hard to be a functioning primate when you haven't got a thumb.
I tripped and fell the other day - nothing serious, I just wasn't paying attention and caught my toe on the lip of the curb (kerb!) I was stepping off of. I fell and jammed my thumb, which is current a lovely yet highly unnatural array of shades in the dark range, from black to purple into blue. When you are right-handed and haven't got a working right thumb, here is the list of things you can't do:
On the other hand, it's an excellent test of a relationship (like I need to test a relationship that's going on 25+ years). The Cranky Engineer has put up with my whining and pathetic pleas for help for 2 entire days now. I think I've about run out of accommodation days for this particular injury, though. In my defense, the damned thing hurts all the time. Not the "owww, I must take heavy-duty stuff" kind of hurt, but a low-level ache that has me gritting my teeth (and giving myself a headache from that as well).
Bah.
So - Kathleen and Bev are sick, Mandy's uneasy-yet-determindly-cheerful, Nancy's hung-over STILL, Tesserae probably aches somewhere from some form of house restoration. How the hell is everyone else?
I tripped and fell the other day - nothing serious, I just wasn't paying attention and caught my toe on the lip of the curb (kerb!) I was stepping off of. I fell and jammed my thumb, which is current a lovely yet highly unnatural array of shades in the dark range, from black to purple into blue. When you are right-handed and haven't got a working right thumb, here is the list of things you can't do:
- write with a pen or pencil
- open pill bottles - or, indeed, any bottle
- open doors with a handle you have to rotate
- release the seat belt mechanism in the car
- slice a baguette with a very chewy crust (I tried left-handed and almost sliced on of my fingers instead of the bread)
- type - since I already had two non-functioning fingers on that hand, I'm down to two working fingers on my right hand.
On the other hand, it's an excellent test of a relationship (like I need to test a relationship that's going on 25+ years). The Cranky Engineer has put up with my whining and pathetic pleas for help for 2 entire days now. I think I've about run out of accommodation days for this particular injury, though. In my defense, the damned thing hurts all the time. Not the "owww, I must take heavy-duty stuff" kind of hurt, but a low-level ache that has me gritting my teeth (and giving myself a headache from that as well).
Bah.
So - Kathleen and Bev are sick, Mandy's uneasy-yet-determindly-cheerful, Nancy's hung-over STILL, Tesserae probably aches somewhere from some form of house restoration. How the hell is everyone else?