I think so.  So yesterday, in the middle of the first morning rush (about 7 a.m.)  I was slicing a bagel to put in the toaster, and while I was sawing through the rough sesame bagel I sliced my left palm, deep. I, like the idiot I am, just put some neosporin an a Band-Aid on it and didn’t go to the hospital until after 2 p.m. when I got off work. I wasn’t going to go at all, except the damn thing wouldn’t quit bleeding, and I usually clot pretty quickly. I know I clot fairly quickly because I tend to cut, scrape and other wise harm myself on a fairly regular basis. Anyway, so when I got off work I butterflied it close and went to the ER. It wasn’t too bad until they soaked it to disinfect it and then the evil doctor (also acting in league with the Devil) pried it open with his cloven hooves and stuck the liquid of a thousand burning souls in it. Then it hurt. Turns out I nicked a vein, which explains why I wouldn’t stop bleeding. So they super glued it back together, slapped a big bulky bandage on it and sent me on my way. When I was getting the discharge instructions from the nurse, she was going over the list of things I couldn’t do. I was fine with “no work, no dishes, no heavy lifting” etc, but then this crazy bitch told me I couldn’t knit or crochet for THREE TO FIVE DAYS! What the HELL am I supposed to do with myself? The cut is on my left palm at the place where my wrist connects to my thumb, so somehow I’m supposed to keep my thumb immobile for three days so it can start putting itself back together.

People who know me, know anything about me, know how hard it is for me to simply hold stiff for any length time. Holding still for 10 minutes is tough for me, three days is unbearable.  Technically I’m not supposed to be typing, but I’ve figured out how to type without using my left thumb. Thank God, it wasn’t my right hand. 

The only problem I’m really having with this ’ no left thumb’ thing is picking stuff up, and zipping my pants. So, for right now I’m sticking to pajama or yoga pants and I make someone else pick stuff up. Which doesn’t always work, but I think I’m going to work on teaching the dogs to fetch things for me.

Well, I’m off to watch the History channel for the next three days.