it is most certainly not time to get ill. it is 5:30 am. the bar is closed, but my god, it's hard to get to sleep straight out of work. i don't have a whole lot of time for writing these days (thus the unforgivable three month gap), so i guess i'll take it when i can. i'd forgotten how much fun it is to tell all my readers whatever i feel like.
so today (tonight? this morning? i'm so confused) i'd like to talk about thumbs.
i never knew how important the tip of my left thumb was to me. and then i cut a nice chunk of it off while making sour mix. it's not the worst ever and i don't feel the need for specific details, but using the tip of the thumb in any way is pretty much impossible at the moment. i've had to readjust everything, and since i work with my hands all day, it's been a little strange. every time i start to get frustrated, i think back to a photo exhibit i saw once in kampala, scarred and battered victims of the lord's resistance army. black and whites of people with one hand, no hands, one arm, no ears, no nose. those suspected of revealing the lra's location had their lips removed. truly gruesome and horrifying.
those pictures make it hard to complain about my little thumb.
the thumb is easily the most unappreciated appendage of our anatomy. no one realizes how much they use it until they hurt it. breaking my thumb senior year was one of the most frustrating things that has ever happened to me. i feel your pain.
ReplyDeletehere's to thumbs!