My Thumb Was Injured. Injured Bad.
September 28, 2009
Well, people. It has been a busy week. I’ve gone to class, I’ve experienced winter and now summer again, I’ve napped, and I’ve avoided working out.
I’ve also sustained and recovered from a serious contusion to my phalange matrix. In other words, I bruised my thumbnail. But seriously, it hurt really bad, you guys! I was being a rockstar at my park and recreation, co-ed, slow pitch softball game … and I was trying to get an out at second base. Because of the rockstarness I totally got the out (let’s not mention the 83 other errors I had during the game), and when I came back up with the ball after the tag, my thumbnail was bent backward. My thumb was BROKEN.
Or actually it wasn’t broken at all, but I had to push my thumbnail back into place, which was disgusting, people. And then it was bleeding and we had to search far and wide for a band-aid — it was all very dramatic. But that is not all.
I woke up during the middle of the night because it was aching so badly. I could feel the injury spreading throughout my entire thumb — what if it had to be amputated? There was no possible way I’d be able to go to work the next day — how would I be able to type?! And I didn’t think it would be healed by next week — I’d have to quit the softball team forever and morosely watch the rest of the games from the bleachers, my thumbnail broken and heavily bandaged.
And what if my thumbnail was so badly injured that it fell off? The humiliation would be unbearable and I’d have to walk around wearing gloves for all eternity. Maybe I could buy something like Michael Jackson’s sparkly one for special occasions. What if this injury somehow affected my ability to have children?! I wasn’t quite sure how, but when you’re suffering from a bruised thumbnail at 2 a.m. all manner of tragedy seems possible. I dragged myself back to bed, convinced that it was my last night before my life was ruined by the pain and ostracization my mangled thumb would cause me.
When I woke up the next morning, my thumb was fine. I have lived to be dramatic another day!
Anyhoosy, after The Great Thumb Injury of 2009, I decided I needed some rest and relaxation. A few girls and I did a Bible study together this past summer, and we decided to do an overnight retreat in a cabin — a cabin about 20 minutes from home. But still — it felt getaway-ish. We had lots of fun — we went to tea, went apple picking, watched Lost, did a craft, played cards, watched FOTB, sat around a campfire, and ate lots and lots of food. We spent some time talking about our lives and where we’re at with trusting God. All in all, it was a good weekend with some lovely ladies.
Speaking of trusting God, I like these verses: “Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds” — Hebrews 10:23–24.
So today I will try to hold tightly to the hope I have in Jesus. And I will do my best to encourage those around me. This will probably be best accomplished by not continuing to whine about my perfectly fine thumbnail.
Have a good Monday, friends — He who promised is faithful.