Perhaps,it's a bit grandiose to compare my life lately to the Second Coming and there hasn't been (so far) a blood-dimmed tide. But there has been a lot of anarchy in the last few months, and there's nothing 'mere' about it.
Case in point: my left hand. I broke my little finger slipping on our newly refinished floors. The bandages have gotten bigger and bigger because it continued to be painful. Now, in this humungous bandage, it is stable at last and only aches a little, sometimes.
OK, if you are going to break a bone, the little finger of your left hand is one of the best ones to break, I"m not claiming that it's a Big Deal. However, it has made everything -from showering to typing (therefore, blogging) much, much more difficult. It will be a month tomorrow since I broke it and I'm done now. I want it to stop.
The picture is blurry because (duh!) it's hard to hold the camera steady with one hand.
2 comments:
OUCH!!! As someone who has been basically without a left hand (more or less) for going on 17 months, you have my sympathy.
Da
You could almost make something of that purple bandage. It looks like it is consuming your hand.
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