Gruesome Truth of the Mummy Thumb
Squeamish, beware! What you see may appall you!
To celebrate Halloween, I decided to festively cut off part of my thumb chopping veggies at work on Wednesday. I guess it's going to heal pretty well but my left thumb will always be a little special. I did cut a little piece of it clean off, but it was not found on the cutting board and did not end up in someone's salad, so we can only assume it's somewhere safe.
All of which led me to think about my material body and its constituent parts. After temporarily freaking out and worrying about being disfigured for the rest of my life, I gained perspective by thinking about what percentage of my body remained (99.9%). I have my limbs, eyes, ears, nose. I have not stepped on a landmine or been hit by shrapnel. I quickly realized that I needed to shut up about it.
posted by Erin at 6:17 PM
6 Comments:
Ouch! When I was a prep cook I had more than my fair share of sliced and diced digits. The initial shock and pain has never bothered me as much as the week or two of annoyance afterwards. Chopping veggies with a hurt thumb or forefinger is not much fun.
cats paw! cats paw!
you can see your thumb's brain.
S H O C K I N G
this is gross. you however are awesome.
xoxo
nishat
The best part was that in the heat of it all, you realized that you needed to bring your camera with you and take pictures while the doc worked on your thumb. Nice one, ET.
I got my index finger stuck between the chain and gears while fixing a bike once, it also was gross and reaffirming.
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