When it rains it pours (no.4) . . .

. . . and then your basement floods. And then, just when you think the storm has passed and everything is looking sunny again, one of those late summer microbursts will blow in, and if you only have one leg, that microburst will knock your right off your foot, and if you are working on a new dog run in the backyard and just cut some wire fence, you will grab a post for balance and catch your thumb on some of that newly cut wire and fall to the ground while that wire slices a nice gash in your thumb. And then you will sit on the ground swearing profusely in front of your dad and girlfriend. And your girlfriend will take you to the ER, and your Dad will stay and finish the last bit of the dog run you where wrapping up (thanks Dad!!). I mean, seriously, it was the last piece of fencing we had to hang.


But a quick visit (by quick i mean, it actually took 3.5 hours between waiting for each of the different nurses and nurses aids to come in and do his or her respective responsibility; so much for the efficiency of specialization) to the ER, a few stitches, and all is good.


I'm just trying to figure out how to use the crutches now that i can't put pressure on the palm of my thumb.