"How Thick Can You Get?"

  Even though I do not eat little cakes floating in mid-air, I do pretty stupid things.  I nearly cut my finger off yesterday by sticking my finger into the stick blender to clean it out while it was still plugged in.  Unfortunately my other hand was on the trigger.  Let's just say Band-Aids don't work very well on circular wounds.  I have found out how difficult it is to function with a wounded index finger.  Typing--painful.  Changing a diaper--very difficult.  Getting dressed--why bother.  Picking your nose--impossible.  You see my dilemma?

The cuts are deeper and longer than they appear.

  

  So what do I do in the meantime?  Tough it out?  That doesn't sound like me.  Maybe I'll take a vacation and hire somebody to wait on me hand and foot.  Well that sounds more like me, but unobtainable.  Maybe I'll whine about it some more and figure out how to do things without using my finger.  Ah, the solution that sound most like me.
  My finger hurts.  I don't want to do anything today.  I want to have somebody take care of me.  Waaaa. O.K., the whining is over.  Now, I'll take an Advil and figure out how to change a diaper and pick my nose without my index finger.  Hope your day is less painful, but as ingenuitive as mine.