I've been out four times today, trying to dig my car out of the ice that has captured the tires. This last time, I dislocated my left thumb. I've popped it back in, but my hand hurts like hell. Back in 2002, when I fell and broke my leg in the parking garage at Job X, I also sprained my left wrist and dislocated that thumb. Since then, I think I've developed some arthritis in the joint where the thumb meets the hand. But I've also become quite adept at typing without using/moving that digit.
Still, this sucks. I need to be at my office. I have a pile of things I need to do that require my physical presence in the office. Dang it.
Earlier, I heard all these kids laughing and zooming down the frozen hill by my apartment. I remember how much I used to love being outside for hours and hours and hours in the freezing cold, doing the same stuff. Now, I can't stand the cold. Apparently, I'm never moving back to Minnesota!
Hot tub. Coral reef. Sofa by a fireplace. Now, those options sound really good.
If my hand turns purple, of course I'll take a photo!