Thumbs

I've never really noticed how much I use my thumbs. I mean, I know opposable thumbs separate us from many other animals, and I'm always thankful that I can easily open doors and jars and my cat cannot. Last night, my right thumb starting hurting while I was waitressing. I can't recall hitting it on anything. It seemed strange to me. I even commented to the bartender about it being sore and how odd that was. It was a little swollen, too, making it difficult to bend. When I got home, it continued to swell and be painful. It is still swollen and painful, and the cause remains a mystery.

If you read my post from yesterday, you know that I was fasting in observation of Ash Wednesday. I made it almost the whole day - I ate a roll while I was waitressing because I started to feel lightheaded and dizzy. Other than that, I avoided the temptations of bagels in the office, Riesen chocolate caramels on my desk, Starburst in the conference room, and a whole restaurant full of food. It may not have been 40 days, but it was full of temptations, nonetheless.