Amazing how you don't realize how important EVERY body part is until one is out of commission. (Seems like there is a spiritual application there...)
I'm having to type this a little more slowly than usual, because every space bar push must be done with my left thumb--which I never use for that. But my right thumb is useless right now.
Last night as I was getting out of Mom and Dad's car, I managed to slam the door on my thumb. Don't ask how it happened--I don't know. It hurt like crazy, but I had already said goodbye to them, so didn't let on. "Just get in the house; just get in the house and get it under cold water." But once in the garage, I could see that it was pouring blood. The "just bruised" thumb was a seriously lacerated one. Oh, it's bruised, too. All the way through. But the gash at the base of the nail is not pretty. I needed half a Lortab to get the throbbing to stop enough to sleep.
Even though I'm left-handed, there is still much that is difficult to do. I have found out that it's almost impossible to put rings on a left hand without using the right thumb. Or lock a deadbolt door. Or put on or take off certain articles of clothing. Or pass out test papers in a classroom. Or tear lettuce for a salad. Or take the little plastic cover off of a bowl of fruit (the kind you buy in a four-pack for lunches). I felt a little silly having to ask for help at lunch today. Thank goodness I had my dad to help me unload some packages and chauffeur me around today (since Mike had to use my car, which is another matter).
I will spare you a picture. At least until it looks a little better.