A Twist of Things to Come

Working my way through the Hands On Training manual for Premiere Pro 2 made me lose track of time, so by 3pm I was ravenous.

I grabbed the nearest, easiest thing, which was one of those wee microwavable bowls of lasagna. You know, the kind with the ring and the peel-back lid tat you put a vented plastic top onto and then cook it in the microwave? Just a bite of pasta to quell the hungries and still not spoil my dinner.

Well, the ring came off, so I had to use a can opener to get it the rest of the way open. But he can opener cut a tiny string of metal off the rim, just beside where it should have opened with the ring. Not thinking, I grabbed this tiny filament to tear it off.

It cut three of my fingers. Ouch.

So, I curse and put my fingers under running water, marveling at the straight little lines cut across my flesh. One corner bled a tiny bit, was all, but my Beloved had come running when I cried out. I thought I was cut pretty badly, because it was a bit of metal the width of a hair, and I hadn't broken it.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just cut my fingers good, being an idiot." I was giggling about it.

"Why is your hand blue?" He said. "Especially your thumb. Look at that."

"Maybe the color rubbed off my new jeans." I grabbed the nob to turn off the water, and realized there was something wrong with the angle between my body and the counter top. "Oh! catch me!"

I really said that. "Oh! Catch me!" Heh. My Beloved did, in fact, catch me, and eased me down to the floor and propped my feet in a chair. All my fingers and the thumb portion of my palm were blue-gray. It was like the zombie hand in that movie, only not trying to kill me.

He cooked my snack and had me hold the cup in my ever-bluer hand, then helped me up and started looking it up on the Internet. When it didn't get better after a bit, I called my BFF (who is a physician). She was quite kind. Basically, my arteries were doing that thing they do when there is severe blood loss -- they just kind of close up to prevent you from bleeding to death, even though I hadn't bled more than a drop. Evidently, pain receptors can trigger it, too. It's a form of Raynaud's phenomenon, apparently.

So... Today I got a case of Blue Hand and nearly passed out from what amounted to a Really Ouchie Paper Cut.

How was YOUR day?