The photo of my sisters fingers all stitched, with the dressing now off. The passive exercises, reminding me of my thumb injury after a fracture, stitches and the nail removed . The nail bed now slightly odd looking under the new nail growth ... I was warned of this. Only on closer inspection though ....
That was an amazing experience in recovery. The help when I first travelled home on the bus with the initial, over the top blantantly obvious dressing securing my thumb, until the op the next day. This being at the best referring hospital, the doctor said they would want to repair it, if it was them. I heeded the advice even though the panic more of getting there, than the throbbing of this injury. That first journey to another county from here. A cousin who supported me in this, travelled with me and sat in while I had the procedure.
After this surgery to repair it, a talking point my sister had these last few weeks of being in the wars.
And then when the dressing came off ... It looked like a certain part of the male anatomy, it was cumbersome to use initially, the silent stares when using my hand in public when noticed by observant or derogatory looks. The nail plays an important part in the use of a thumb.
It was insignificant, to what some face on a daily basis like my daughter's boyfriend... with abuse and much more at times in ignorance of his slightly different alignment facially ... when he is out of his locality...
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