All things considered...

I am doing pretty good.

Saturday I left at 6AM for Missoula to go to my class. I had little sleep the night before and didn't get home until 6:30 that night. I worked Sunday morning for 4 hours. Made $100 and was home before noon. Once Piper had lunch that day, I was looking forward to doing a whole lotta nothing. Sometime during the afternoon, Piper decided that she wanted to look at a book with me. I was laying on the couch when she decided to "hand" it to me. Her handover resulted in the distinct impression of her board book in my forehead. You can even count the pages.

While I was making dinner later that day, I decided to use my new slicer. I am known to cut myself, but never badly. Until now. Moments after thinking how sharp this slicer was, how the potato was being cut "just like butter", I took a chunk out of my thumb. Yes, a chunk. I won't go into any graphic details, but it bled a lot and Mike actually got to use all of those years of wilderness first aid training he has had. Fortunately for me, we weren't in the wilderness. It bled a lot and didn't really even hurt.

I went to the doctor yesterday and it still didn't hurt when she was cleaning it out. The trip to the Dr. commenced with a tetanus shot so my right thumb and right shoulder are a bit gimpy at the moment. The Dr. told me that she had a patient in for the same injury about a month ago. She also laughed at the outline of the board book on my forehead. How can you not laugh at that?

I'm not sure why it still isn't hurting much. I didn't even scream when Piper decided to latch onto my bandaged thumb while we were out shopping today. I did cut into my dermis layer afterall. Not complaining, that's for sure. My shoulder that got the tetanus shot isn't terribly sore either. Lucky for me since Mike is far away in northeastern Montana until Thursday.

One thing is for sure, my thumb will never look the same. As Mike said, "You'll be growing some new fingerprints."