When we were at the vet with Rita Friday, somehow we started talking with the vet about scorpions. I should never have participated in that conversation. Oh, yes, there are scorpions in this part of Missouri but there aren’t nearly as many here as there are in central Texas.
Friday night Vince had already gone to bed. I was cross stitching and I looked over and about halfway across the room I saw what I thought was a scorpion and he was moving quickly. I started looking around for something to use to “get him”. I picked up a piece of one of Oscar’s bones that he had left behind but I was doubting it was big enough to keep me from getting stung. About the time I got ready to smash him, he turned and headed towards me. It wasn’t a scorpion . . it was a house centipede, which isn’t aggressive according to the internet. He wasn’t being aggressive, I think he was scared but I jumped back, had that bone in my right hand, fell on that hand and jammed my thumb. I thought it was broken! By the time I grabbed an index card and smashed the bug, then sat back down, the base of my thumb was turning blue and was swelling. I took an ice pack to bed with me but don’t know how long I kept the ice on the thumb. It didn’t get terribly blue but it is bruised and it is swollen. I can move it but I can’t put pressure on it. Even pulling a needle through linen hurts because I have to mash the needle between my thumb and index finger to pull it so I haven’t been cross stitching. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing the doctor would do about it at this point but if it isn’t better Monday, I’ll go have them look at it.
We should all learn to be a little more ambidextrous. My left hand . . almost useless. When I was cross stitching in a frame, I would put the needle down through the linen with my right hand, pull it out from underneath with my left hand and poke it up through the next hole with my left hand and the use of my left hand was getting pretty good. Right now, I can’t even get clothes out of the washer with my right hand. I’ve only hung out a few loads of clothes but the left hand is getting better at opening the clothes pins and putting them on the clothes. Things like opening your thumb way open to hold a glass . . can’t do it.
Picking up Oscar; hooking his leash . . I’m way too dependent on my right hand.
This is all minor and hopefully in a few days it will be better. People struggle with real medical issues . . this is not a REAL medical issue but it is inconvenient.