Lameness

Pictured, a temporary splint made of Vetrap to keep me from using my swollen thumb. Effect on my life:

Typing: Not a problem since I’ve never been a 10-fingered typist.

Writing with implements: Completely problematic. Using my thumb for lateral pressure is exactly what I can’t do. Well, I can. but I deeply do not wish to. This doesn’t affect work since I draft on the keyboard. It does affect list-making, which means no TO DO list and therefore no illusion of control over my universe.

Barn: Don’t even notice it. I guess I’m not doing very much opposable at the barn these days.

Riding: Right out. I would have ridden Previous Horse with a few fingers on the reins but not Rodney (if I was), nor Mathilda (when I was), nor any American Saddlebred I just met.

The annoying part, aside from the pain and loss of function, is that I have NO idea what I did to cause this. No bug bite, no odd motions in retrospect, no gentle tap that shouldn’t merit this level of repercussion. I did that recently to a finger. I caught it at an awkward angle against the kitchen counter. It was a tiny tug but in a direction fingers are not designed to go. Took days to heal. None of this happened to my thumb. Just a slow-growing, out-of-proportion level of pain that started around bedtime Saturday night. Weird.

Your most bizarre injury?
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Gratuitous Kitten Pic

Copycat

Percy (striped face, right) had no interest in the door until Rhyme tried it over the weekend.

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    • I’m still too old school. If it isn’t written, it doesn’t exist. I know online banking is coming but I will continue to grip my paper checks with all my withering strength.

  1. I am also currently typing with thumbs after burning my hands filling the kettle that sits on the wood-burning stove. I love you no lists – no sense of control over the universe too!

  2. Nice big scratch above my nose, right between my eyes. Thought it was misplaced ketchup when I first saw it. After painful scrubbing, I remembered that I hadn’t had any ketchup recently. No clue where it came from.

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