Welp, I cut off part of my thumb this morning while trying to make myself breakfast. Silly me didn’t follow the directions of my new slicer and cut a small piece of the side of my thumb and nail off. Nothing too serious, really, considering I didn’t lose the whole finger and I didn’t even go to the emergency room. Either way, there is a point behind me bringing all of this up. Today was just another example about how much my family cares about me and how they would drop whatever they were doing to help me.
Now, yes, you would think that most family members would drop everything when another family member hurts themselves as badly as I’ve hurt myself today, but that isn’t always the case. In some families, the person who hurt themselves would have been left to fend for themselves. They are expected to take themselves to the emergency room by themselves, pay their bills and get their chores for the day done all on their own. Some see this as tough love, while others see it as abuse. Knowing this goes on, I am grateful for the family I have been blessed with. When I called for my mother, she dropped what she was doing to come to the rescue and my husband wasn’t far behind when he heard me yelling for help. She helped me wrap my thumb up, while my husband contemplated as to whether or not he would force me to go to the emergency room (in the end, I didn’t want to spend all my time in the emergency room).
So, here I sit talking about my experience with cutting off part of my thumb, working my way through different stages of emotions. Right now I’m feeling pretty good thanks to some meds I took. My mom is making my meals because I can’t do it myself without hurting myself more and my husband is keeping a smile on my face by doing goofy things (he’s a nut I tell ya). I can only hope that those reading this haven’t had a day like mine, but if they have, I hope they have a family like mine to take care of them.
I hope everyone has a very happy, healthy and safe new year!
Posted on December 31, 2011 by Felicia