Monday, May 30, 2011

My clutziness knows no bounds. Seriously.

Before I get to my post, I must thank Jess over at The Ramblings of an Emotional Idiot for passing on an award to me.

Technically this award comes with rules, but I've technically received this award before and I fear I will wind up telling y'all the same thing I said before and I'll wind up passing it on to the same 15 bloggers. So, consider this passed onto all my followers!  However, I still send a huge thank you to Jess for passing it onto me, because I doubt there's a blogger alive who doesn't love to be showered with awards. She's an awesome person and an awesome blogger. If you haven't checked her out yet, what are you waiting for?

Now, hopefully you'll either stick around or come back to finish reading about my super-dee-duper exciting Memorial Day weekend.

My parents drove up to Sticksville for the weekend to visit. They came up on Friday to some crazy weather. We actually got snow. Not that it stuck around for long, but still, it snowed. It's close enough to June to call it summer, so I'm curious where summer is. Because 30 degree weather just doesn't scream summer to me. Weird, I know.

After feeding, I finished some stuff up around the house, and needed to run to the market to grab just a couple things for fixing dinner that night. It was pouring down rain and freezing. Getting out of my car, my hand slipped on the door as I was shutting it and suddenly my mind screamed in pain. I think my shock was over-riding the physical screaming. I turned around to find my right thumb stuck in the door.

I unlatched the door to remove my thumb and started saying a lot of dirty words. Several were made up on the spot. I definitely would have made the Empress proud. It didn't really bleed. It just throbbed. Hell, my throbbing had throbbing. I barely remembered why I was at the market. I wandered around trying not to cry over my sad little thumb.

A few minutes after I got home, my parents showed up and I had to fess up what happened to my thumb. My grandparents showed up at my place for a little visit, and then it was back to me entertaining my parents for the day and evening. My grandparents were going to "entertain" them while I was working on Saturday.

My mom helped me hang some pictures. My cat hid under the bed from my mom's Yorkie puppy. Mom helped me cook dinner - nachos. I needed a little bit of help with dinner because I couldn't use my right thumb, thanks to my dumbness and a wet car door.

Work was crazy on Saturday. Apparently there are people out there who don't understand the phrase, "We're booked solid." I'm not sure what part of that is incomprehensible, but there are quite a few people who don't seem to get it. Writing was a bit difficult, and I dropped the phone a few times. The vet actually took an x-ray of my hand to make sure there weren't any fractures from my stupidity with the car door. We have a digital x-ray machine so we didn't waste any film. I sat with an ice pack at the front desk for the few random times I wasn't slammed.

I slept in until nearly 9am Sunday morning. I haven't slept in like that in probably close to two months. Oh man did it feel good. Mom fixed breakfast before they headed out. My grandparents had texted me and told me I could have the day off. So I spent my Sunday afternoon cuddling on the couch with my cat watching movies. I don't get to do that very often, and I know she misses it too. Considering she was purring in my face all afternoon, I took that as a positive sign.

Anyway, my thumb doesn't throb really anymore. Typing is a bit easier now, hitting the space bar is about as much pressure as it can stand. It hasn't turned ugly colors yet, but that's coming, I just know it. I'm sure I'll lose the nail, I'd be surprised if I don't. It's still pretty swollen, but I know for sure (thanks to the nice vet for taking an x-ray) that there are no fractures. Right now it's just a constant reminder of my idiocy.


  1. When I was about 12 yrs old, I was going to a girl guide function that I was volunteering at. My dad dropped me off. We had a van then, and when my friend closed the sliding door (with force cause back then there was no button to shut them nicely) I shut the front passenger door at the same time. My thumb was their innocently as the sliding door slammed my thumb. Then my dad, unaware, started driving away slowly in the parking lot! I was running along side the van screaming and making a fool of myself. When he realized and stopped, he reached over to open the driver's side door to ask me what was going on, I, out of dumbass reaction, decided to yank my thumb free!

    No fractures, just a chunk of skin hanging by a thread and the throbbing that came was almost intolerable.

    I sucked it up and went on with the volunteer work after being all first aided and stuff.

    I feel your pain, and hope you feel better soon!


  2. Oh, that hurts so bad! Glad it isn't broken. My mom did that to herself with her four fingers.

  3. ‘We’re booked solid’ doesn’t leave much room for negotiation or misinterpretation, but people always find a way. You just reminded me of a conversation from Red Dwarf.

    Lister: “Where is everybody, Hol?”
    Holly: “They’re dead, Dave.”
    Lister: “Who is?”
    Holly: “Everybody, Dave.”
    Lister: “What, captain Hollster?”
    Holly: “Everybody’s dead, Dave.”
    Lister: “What, Todd Hunter?”
    Holly: “Everybody’s dead, Dave.”
    Lister: “What, Selby?”
    Holly: “They’re all dead, everybody’s DEAD, dave.”
    Lister: “Peterson isn’t is he?”
    Holly: “EVERYBODY is dead, Dave.”
    Lister: “Not Chen?”
    Holly: “Gordon Bennet! Yes Chen, everybody, everybody is dead Dave.”
    Lister: “Rimmer?”
    Holly: “He’s dead Dave. Everybody is dead. Everybody is dead, Dave!”
    Lister: “Are you trying to tell me everybody’s dead?”

  4. CBG - omg! You yanked your hand free? OUCH!

    Belle - 'Hurts' really isn't the right word for it. I'm not sure there are words. lol

    Drake - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Sounds like a bad rendition of "Who's On First". lol

  5. Oh no! I'm so sorry you hurt your thumb!!! Sucks!!

    I do have an award for you on my blog that I hope will make things a little better. :)

  6. I slammed my thumb in the door when I was a kid. That is no fun! I literally feel your pain, girl.

    And to me if I get up at 9 on the weekend I'm mad about it. For some reason Bailey has decided that we no longer want to sleep in.

  7. Frisky - It's actually doing a lot better. I dinged my cuticle more than anything, so that's what REALLY hurts. I can use my thumb for quite a few things now, with minimal pain. Unless I do something stupid. lol And thanks again for the award! It will have to get it's own very well thought out post! :D

    Krissy - For the last two months, sleeping in has been 6am. Sleeping until nearly 9am was BLISS. lol


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