The Thumb - Think About It

Have you ever just sat there and thought about how important your thumb is to you?

It seems we take these things for granted.

Last week we stopped in to check in on Grandmother.  If you are new here, Grandmother is actually McD's grandmother, but if she heard me call her McD's grandmother instead of just Grandmother she might just give me an earful.  She is my grandmother too, and I better not forget it. :)  I never will.

Grandmother is 94, going to be 95 in July, and is going strong.  She reads a few books a week, keeps up with the news, politics, and National Enquirers.  You know everything they print in those NE is true.  She even tried to get me to order things out of them, and if you haven't read that story then you need to.

Last week Grandmother went to the store, yes she still drives, and she was getting her things out of the trunk when the trunk closed on her hand.  I don't know about you, but it hurts me just thinking about it.  It didn't hit her hand and bounce back up, it completely shut on her hand. 

She tells the story better than any of us could. 

She is almost five feet tall, maybe, she needed to get in the house and go to the bathroom, and she gets her thumb stuck in the trunk.  She screamed, and she yelled just hoping someone would hear her.  She was just beside herself, those are her words.  She said that she knew no one would hear her, so she decided she was just gonna have to yank it out.  And that is exactly what she did.

We heard about it on the phone from Aunt Marg, and the story was horrible.  She lost her thumb nail, it looked like raw hamburger, and she wouldn't have it checked out.  She is kind of stubborn.  So, when we saw her I was afraid she would show it to us, and she did.  But it wasn't near as bad as it was made out to be on the phone.  You know how stories get bigger and bigger. 

She was fine.  There was a cut, but she still had her thumbnail, and it wasn't broken.  I loved sitting there listening to her tell us about how we take our thumbs for granted.  "You just can't do anything without your thumb," she said.   She looked down at her thumb, patted it softly, and said, "I'm so glad I still have you.  You're sore, but I still have you."