My thumb is so messed up. Yesterday, the wife wrapped it thickly with gauze. That prevented me from bending it at the knuckle where it is cut. When I woke up this morning, the pain had let up and I was feeling much better. But I got over confident and removed my bandage.
Actually, it didn't look bad, it just needed some air. You couldn't even see the wound, mixed all in with my wrinkled-up knuckles.
But then at church, I reached down and grabbed my cup of coffee off the floor and — pop! — I bent my thumb, the wound burst open, and blood started gushing again. The pain was excruciating. I probably will have to get some stitches; it's only so long before I'll bend my thumb again and reopen the wound.
Ug. I've got a long week ahead. It's my Wacom hand (though it didn't keep me from writing another 600 more words today on my early chapter book).