So, last night a "friend" threw his dang iPhone in the general direction of my hand. Well, it hit the base of my thumb...hard. Needless to say, there was a lot of yelling and questioning of friendships and threats to call the police for a domestic violence report.* It was already starting to swell, so I put some ice on it and now, the next morning, it is just bruised. Now, this has given me time to really appreciate what separates us from the dogs, birds, and bees: opposable thumbs. This little appendage takes a beating throughout our everyday activities. I was digging around in my purse to find my phone and kept hitting my bruised thumb against everything. Texting is ALL thumbs. Typing (this whole post is painful) uses your thumb for more than just the space bar apparently (maybe I type weird?) Pulling back my hair has also become a pain. I really don't mean to sound like I'm whining, but I am just amazed at how much we use our thumbs. I cannot even imagine not having a hand, or an arm. My bruised thumb will heal in a week or so, but some people will never, have never, used thumbs, or fingers. Wow.
*Joking. Duh.
