sweeping out the nest
Thumbs, that is.
And one doesn't notice how much one actually uses one's thumb
Until one has nearly sliced the top off it, and has had it out of service, so to speak.
And blood! So much blood!
Poor little Thumbkin.
Oh - no, no, no! Makes me cringe at the very thought!
I hear that! I was pretty useless for a few weeks after getting mine caught in the fast spinning spokes of my chair. I think I'm fortunate it was just torn flesh & not broken.I hope the throbbing stops soon for you Lauralea.
Ouchie!! I hope it heals up quickly for you.