In another beautiful feat of Swim Bike Klutz, I managed to wedge a sliver of laminate flooring under my thumbnail. I was cleaning up after the kids, of course. Wiping the wood floor, and smash – wood under the nail. Eeeeeeeek!
So yesterday, I had this sliver of pain removed by the doctor, complete with shot and minor surgery of what I believed to be the removal of the vast majority of my thumbnail. I didn’t watch the procedure. I could only imagine the horror.
I went to work afterwards, moping, with my thumb all wrapped up and thinking, How can I ride my bike in this condition!
My marathon friend looked at my thumb like: what did your dumbass do now? I told her what happened. Then she lifted up her left hand, revealing a crazy looking thumb, complete with bruising and said, “I think my thumb is dislocated.”
“Okay,” I said, “You win. Your thumb is worse.”
Then she said, “Are you wearing your Road ID at work?”
“Yeah. What? Isn’t it jewelry?”
This morning, I unwrap the bandage and brace myself for the general ickiness. Well. It appears that I am not only a huge klutz, but also a massive sissy. Only about five millimeters of thumbnail is gone. The Expert looked at it, and gave me a snicker that was so painful, I was actually shamed by my sissiness.
Wow, I am so lame.
So I took my thumbs up outside and ran a hard four miles. And then I felt better.
We all have our klutzy moments… its's ok… trust me! Hope you thumb heals soon!