Crazy how life is. I had finally come to the point where I was trying to see my way to blogging. At least an I’m still living post. But then almost a week ago I cut my hand. I was carrying two tall glasses and must have tripped over the dishwasher door. UGH. Glass shattered on the tile floor, and I fell hard. Besides the shock and the dripping blood, the first thing I noticed was that my little finger was numb. Jack had to pick me up out of a sea of glass and off we went to the ER. The cut was pretty deep, and I was glad when the whole thing was wrapped up. One consolation, as a writer, now I can knowledgeably write about cuts and stitches.
So, it has been a week of managing everything with my left hand. The worst, trying to brush my teeth. One thing you could never call me is ambidextrous. I expect a few more days to bring even more improvement and mobility with lessening soreness, but my little finger is a mess. I suspect it will take quite some time for those nerves to mend. I anticipate essential oils will help quite a lot with that though. As typing is still pretty tedious and causes discomfort, I won’t write any more now, but I will try to blog soon. I have quite a lot to say if I can ever figure out how I want to say it.