…to bring you this message from a very excitable Labrador.
You see, there I was in the kitchen, prepping dinner EARLY for once, when Maddie sniffs out that there’s food potentially available for consumption on the counter. This gets her so worked up she proceeds to throw her ahem…large…self into my side. Unfortunately for me, I was chopping vegetables and down goes the knife, slicing off the top of my left thumb.
Thank goodness for doctors who know what the hell they’re doing…that’s all I have to say about that. Anyone who can re-attach the tip of a finger is a winner in my book.
In the meantime, the gracious doctor gave me a “finger condom” that I get to wear for a week. If that wasn’t enough, she proceeds to show me exercises that ensure I “maintain feeling in my tip”. Is anyone else a prepubescent teen and laughing their asses off like I am?
Hey, if you can’t laugh at yourself, what CAN you laugh at?