Why I'll Never Take My Thumbs for Granted Again
I did it. I broke down and started a blog. I guess I feel like I've got to put that expensive and time-sucking Creative Writing degree to some use (good use, well, I'll leave that open for debate).
See, I recently injured my thumb at work. A laceration, which included a tendon that had been severed 98%. Gross, I know. And yes, painful, debilitating, all that jazz. I do, however, have a week off of work. Which sounds fantastic, on paper, but in reality is really rather boring. Especially without the use of my thumb.
Thumbs! What separates man from animal!
Thumbs! Without which buttoning pants, braiding hair, washing your face, vacuuming your house and driving a stick shift become neigh impossible!
You can see my problem.
See, I recently injured my thumb at work. A laceration, which included a tendon that had been severed 98%. Gross, I know. And yes, painful, debilitating, all that jazz. I do, however, have a week off of work. Which sounds fantastic, on paper, but in reality is really rather boring. Especially without the use of my thumb.
Thumbs! What separates man from animal!
Thumbs! Without which buttoning pants, braiding hair, washing your face, vacuuming your house and driving a stick shift become neigh impossible!
You can see my problem.
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