I can't think of a more debilitating injury (and dose of poetic justice) to have befall me than a bum thumb, which is what I've been dealing with the past couple of weeks. When I went to see my doctor, Dr. Webb, MD, s/he diagnosed it as either gout, arthritis, skiier's thumb, or an inflamed tendon. I opted for the latter.
Regardless, I was wholly without use of my right hand for a good two weeks, making the mere act of holding a pen in my hand feel like it was a marshmellow roasting over an open campfire. Some activities greatly affected: meal preparation, going to the gym, washing dishes, journaling, text-messaging, thumb-wrestling, opening doors, pulling on clothes, pulling off clothes, hitting deadlines, flossing. Oh right, and blogging.
