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asato_muraki) wrote2009-02-10 06:20 pm
asato_muraki) wrote2009-02-10 06:20 pm
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So, Why is Your Thumb Blue?
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?
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?
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*snerk* That said, I'm really glad he was there and really glad that your cut wasn't worse!! And I'm really glad you called Sara! Whew.
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The cuts are basically invisible/imperceptible, but for a tiny scratch on the side of my middle finger. I mean, it's like nothing. And Sara was a sweetie, as always. She and my Beloved are the two people in the world I know I could tell the most horrible, awful or embarrassing things to and they would still love me. :)
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...Okay, I giggled a little at your delivery, but... DAMN. 0_o
Bodies is wacky shit, aren't they? *boggling*
I'm glad you're okay, and your body is weird for overcompensating like a loon. :D
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I have times, off and on, when I have a flare up of Raynaud's, but I've never turned blue! :) The whole last winter/spring I lived in Spain it got bad enough that I had to take a heated rice sock with me to lunch every day to warm my hands so that they weren't uncomfortable and purple during the entire meal (eating non-heated foods is a trigger for me). Try explaining in a foreign language why you're clutching an oddly-rice-smelling sock while eating...
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