Finger

I’m so glad I’m back here as I need sympathy!

I’m injured.  I sliced a water melon the other day and carried on too far into my finger.  I’d only just sharpened the knife, so it made a pretty impressive cut in me and I bled like a stuck pig (probably only about three tablespoons worth, but that looks a hell of a lot when it’s all over a kitchen worktop).  It’s healing up fine, but is still tender when I knock it and because it’s right on the underside of the knuckle bend, I need to keep it well padded, fairly still and protected until it’s healed together properly.

Long time readers may remember that I have a locked right elbow as a result of a motorbike accent many years ago.  I cope with my lack of movement absolutely fine and because I’m so used to it, people often don’t even realise.  It does mean I have to use my left hand only for some things, such as brushing my hair, putting on make up, doing up buttons and some personal hygiene activities though, (no, I am NOT going into detail, but we all have to do it one way or another unless we happen to own a bidet with a drying function (which I don’t)) because my right hand just can’t reach certain places.  

So now I have a right hand that won’t reach certain places because of my locked elbow and a left hand that is sporting a big finger bandage on a rigid stickyout finger – which isn’t very good at keeping out of the way while I’m brushing my hair.  And things.  Cue imagination.

Fun, yeah?