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Pros and Cons to Slicing Your Thumb Open

I was cooking.  Okay.  I was actually slicing oranges using a mandoline.  To put in a fruity drink.

But it was for other people.  So I actually bled for other people.  (I made blood oranges.  HAHAHA.)

And I sliced a large portion of my thumb off.  Or almost off.  It still hung on by some skin.

I screamed and put it under water and screamed some more.  Blood was pooling in the sink.  I made my son cry.

I ran out to the car and opened the garage and tried to get a hold of my husband and let the dog out and then called a friend to take the youngest to soccer.  He couldn’t get the dog in the house so I drove to my husband’s office with the dog while keeping my thumb wrapped in tissues and above my heart because I remember something about keeping limbs bleeding above the heart.  Or was it below?

My husband numbed my thumb (I screamed for that.  It hurt.) and then he stitched it.  (I screamed for the stitch in the area that hadn’t been fully numbed.)

I went and got dinner after because I hadn’t really eaten that day and I was really nauseous.  REALLY nauseous.  And I needed to head to the church to help with the drinks I was in charge of for the evening.  (The dog had peed on the recipes.  I decided just to email them to people.)

The girl at the register asked what I’d done and I told her I sliced my finger and got 8 stitches.  She was shocked I had to get so many stitches.  I remarked, “Well, I did get it done by a dentist.”  She didn’t reply to that.

This is the second time my husband has fixed a cooking accident for me.  And neither time did I get nitrous.  I’m a warrior.

You may be wondering what could be the pro of all of this and I shall tell you.

When I showed up at the office with my bloodied thumb, the first thing my husband said was, “Maybe we should start ordering out more.”

I decided I'd earned this sequence, Darth Vader shirt for $5. It's gonna make the thumb on my scare invisible.

I decided I’d earned this $5 sequined, Darth Vader shirt. It’s gonna make the scar on my thumb invisible.

 

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Absurdity Over Inspiration

A lot has happened but I’m not going to tell you all at once because lately I’ve felt like I have nothing to write about. So I’m going to string the last couple of weeks out.

Hopefully to a month.

I did the local sprint triathlon for the third time. I believe this race is cursed.

Last year I was improving my first year’s time by 40 minutes when on mile one of the 5k I got a migraine. I was in the middle of a field with no where to go but follow the arrows for two miles. The migraine lasted two days.

This year I have piriformis syndrome. My left leg kills. I stopped running all together. To be honest, I stopped everything but swimming in hopes rest would make everything better. It did not.

The bike ride hurt. I don’t know why but my left leg decided to stop working before the run. It felt like I was peddling in mud. I kept switching gears but I knew it was me.

Then I basically walked the 5k. I walked off the extreme limping I started with to finish with just a slight limp. My kids were yelling “Run Mom” and I was ignoring them.

Everyone said it looked painful. They were right.

I tell you all that to let you know that I know it was an accomplishment to finish. I was in pain and barely moving and yet I kept going even though I knew I would be dead last. Very inspirational.

But I didn’t feel inspiring. I felt last.

I’ve read articles cheering on people who push through etc, but it hurt my pride. Before the injury, I was on track for the best race ever. I was going to beat my husband. It was going to be wonderful.

Then I became injured and part of me just gave up. It was so frustrating. And then I was last. I wanted my story to be of miraculous healing; not endurance through pain and being last.

It was horrid.

And it’s been hard for me to deal with being last. No one wants to be last. Even if they’re injured and inspirational.

It’s last.

I had to figure out a way to be okay with the race. I think I have.

I now believe the aura or spiritual entity of this race hates me. If you are wondering what the race entity looks like, it looks like this:RancorRancor

This idea brings me peace.

I guess I’m just the type of person who enjoys absurdity over inspiration.