Ladies, ya know how a fingernail is known once and again to flip itself downwards and stay there? And how the most effective treatment is a good strong shake-snap of the hand and 10 minutes of sucking?
Yeah?
Well, don't do that if it's your entire thumb that flips. Ow. Really.
I was in the groove, I had a great case ready to deliver and I was closing the powdered sugar storage thingie. By pushing down the lid, with my open hand. Just as the timer went off for my muffins, I heard the *pop,* like a fingernail but bigger, so I gave the hand a shake and headed for the oven. And stopped. In pain. Way bigger than a fingernail. Ow. Ow. Ow.
fuuuuuuuuck!I wanted to freak out sooooo bad. And I did. For a bit. Then I just swore. A lot. With newly invented words. Lots of them. I had not felt that crumple-to-the-floor kind of pain in a long time. Ever? Way worse than baby pain. FUCKERLICIOUSMENTALPISSANTFUUUUUCK!!!
And I had a confused boyfriend. Still super cool, though seemingly worthless in the face of his first diana-in-pain panic. For future reference, perhaps for more men than just Scotty ;)
Don't touch me. I am in sensory overload with pain, I need no further input.
Your job is not to stop the freak out, but to bear witness to it. When I'm ready to shut up, I will.
Breathe, lead by example. Without talking,
just listen. Eh, there's more details I can't remember and honestly have no desire to record or critique (over my shoulder he edits and directs this post ::bg::). He was just fine, as himself. I haven't been injured in adult company in so long
I don't have much clue what kind of support I like. The ice
was nice.
The muffins were saved. The bake case looked beautiful.
I showed Patches the dangers of opposable thumbage. I don't think she ever felt her life was incomplete without it, though now, she's likely to never desire a thumb at all.
I still can't touch my pinky and it may be a while before I fingerspell Left-handed.
By Golly, the bake will go on.
Without
any hand shake-snapping. Ow.
Now you know.