When I woke up this morning my thumb was a big swollen purple throbbing digit of fiery pain. It’s killing me. It’s so swollen that I can’t bend it, and if I try I feel like my skin is going to split open and spew forth all kinds of thumb-stuffing….pretty picture, ain’t it?
We are worried that it’s some type of nasty infection, since I have a small cut at the end of my thumb….hopefully I didn’t get B.I.N primer in my blood stream….I don’t think that would be as fun as my fume-high.
I can’t go to the ER because the wait would be at least 12 hours. And Carlos is gone in a rented van to bring boxes to storage….and as much as I love my MIL (who is here right now to help me), she can’t deal with the boys on her own for that long.
I can’t go to any of the area walk-in clinics because half of them are closed and the other half have stopped taking patients for the day due to long wait times.
So I guess I will just sit here and wait for my thumb to fall off….
Oh…did I mention that it’s the thumb on my right hand? And that I’m right handed? So on the last weekend we have before the house is officially on the market, I am completely useless. Isn’t that the way it always goes? We actually have actually have a running joke about the bad luck my family has always had…and continues to have. One day I will tell you about the shit my parents have had to wade through over the years.
Well, I guess I should stop typing…especially since I shriek with pain every time I hit the space bar. MaybeIshouldstopusingspaces….no?