Ken’s been gone for almost 10 days now. He left on the 27th of September. It’s hard when he’s away. I just miss having him by my side and someone to talk with. He calls me almost everyday, but it’s just not the same as having him right there in person.

The day after he left I was trying to cut the cap off a glass bottle before throwing it in the recycle bin, and the knife slipped and stabbed my left thumb at the base. Yes, I was a mess and had to stop the bleeding quick. I didn’t know what to do. I ran to my next door neighbor to ask him to help me bandage it up, he was so sweet and thoughtful in trying to help me.

I thought it would just heal with a matter of time, but a couple of days later I noticed that the cut was healing just fine, but one side of my thumb was numb and if moved a certain way would send excruciating pain up my arm. I knew this was not normal, so I’m going to go get it checked out to see if I severed something or caused some damage that needs fixing.

I have been having a hard time doing my housework and chores without using my thumb. Dished, laundry, floors, bathing the kids, all this takes so much more time and most of all is extra difficult.
I never thought much about my thumbs and how much I use them in my day to day life. I just can’t wait to get it back to normal. I know I won’t ever take my thumb for granted again.

It’s when I have these kind of difficulties that I just wish I had someone right there to take care of me. Honey, come back soon… I need you!