injury
Typing is a nine finger exercise tonight.
What lies beneath the bandage you don’t want to know. Okay, if you must know… the car door closing has made short work of my finger nail.
I haven’t cried while jumping up and down with desperate pain in a very long time. It seemed necessary at the time – a pressure valve – but then when my hysteria had gone on for a while, I told myself to relax.
Amazing self-control, you say? Two days into my new discipline of mindfulness meditation has produced miraculous results you think?
Actually, if I’d been truly mindful, I might have moved my finger out of harm’s way in the first place.
Gosh, it’s painful to be human at times.