...well, not for a while anyway.
Last night I got home from my Monday class at York, and I guess I was in a state of distraction (the class always makes my head explode) because when I went to close the garage door behind me, I managed to get my thumb caught in one of the hinges as it closed. Much screaming and crying ensued and poor Chris didn't even know what the problem was, besides the problem of me going berserk. It really really hurt. A lot. At first glance, I thought my thumb was actually crushed...broken...coming off my hand...but once I calmed down I realized it was just the tears blurring my vision and that yes, it was bleeding, bruised and swelling up...but no, it was not going to detach from the rest of my hand!
Needless to say, I am now working on a "9 finger" typing style (watch for patents soon) and have a short reprieve from doing the dishes :)
Here's a visual....
Note to self: Garage doors in Orillia are dangerous!