Luckily for me, most of my hitchhiking takes place in North America, so injuring my left thumb shouldn’t hamper my efforts.
So, how did this happen? Opening an Oral B toothbrush’s plastic shell packaging. Thanks, Oral B. It’s a good thing I brush with my right hand or I wouldn’t be able to use the bloody (literally) toothbrush I purchased.
Watch out for roots on the Winchell Trail along the Mississippi River. They can jump out at you if you aren’t careful.
How inappropriate is it to call this my, “Jesus Wound?”
I also got a chance to ride in a hospital bed. I believe it’s the first time I’ve done that since I had a knee operation in Jr. High. When the patient transportation guy arrived at my curtained off hospital area, I got up to walk to the x-ray area with him but he said I couldn’t walk. That seemed strange to say to someone who just stood up, but he was the one wearing the scrubs so I figured he knew what he was talking about. He gave me two options: wheelchair or bed. I don’t know about you, but the choice of bed transportation was obvious to me.
I got to see a lot of ceiling tiles along the way and bounced a couple times when we went over bumps between wings of the hospital. I think a few people tried to look up my gown as I approached them, but I couldn’t be sure from my angle. What I do know is that I felt a draft.
Riding like that gives me a whole new respect for lugers*.**
To the folks in neighboring beds who I never met but feel like I know after hearing them tell their stories to nurses: good luck in detox.
And thanks to Carly for not pulling the plug. Not that there was a plug.
* Is “Lugers” the correct term to use to describe, “People who Luge?”
** I tried to figure this out on the USA Luge site, failed, but did notice that the United States has one seriously good looking women’s luge team. Who knew?
The answer is, yes, as this picture shows. The accomplishment was almost cutting off the tip of my thumb while chopping up the butternut squash. I’m reminded of my attempt at cooking every time I type on my Treo or open zip-lock bags.
I’ve never cut myself while eating out, making Macaroni & Cheese, or slicing a frozen pizza, but this will be the last time I make Roasted Butternut Squash, Rosemary, and Garlic Lasagna.