My middle finger of my right hand hurts like a son of a bitch, so much that I am having difficulty not whimpering to myself when it's not moving, let alone when I type or, worse, try to write. (I say try because I have not successfully written anything this afternoon.) I can only think that in this morning's marathon cooking session, chopping 7 bell peppers and 3 gigantic onions with my blunt knife did my hand in.
It's a good thing I don't have any work to do. Oh, wait.
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4 comments:
Hopefully you do not have to drive either; at least not in any major metropolitan areas. That particular finger seems to be an indispensable instrument. (to some drivers...)
Hah, yes, I can see that this injury could handicap a person in many driving situations. Luckily, my left-hand finger is good to go. (And I've been taking the bus to school for the past week or so, which minimizes the necessity for communication with drivers.)
Ouchies.
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