Did you know that magnetic/automatic latches don’t care if your digits are in the way? Well, they don’t. Because they are jerks like that.
I squashed my thumb in the centrifuge lid today. HOLYSHITOW! I knew I’d banged it pretty good, but I was wearing purple gloves. I peeled ’em off to discover a happy little blue bruise forming under my nail. Urk. I went to the lunchroom and found a soft ice pack, and put it on my thumb while making little high-pitched noises and (presumably) weird faces.
My boss suggested I get it looked at just in case, so I tried to go to the walk-in clinic, but they were closed for some reason, so I went to my regular doctor and waited an hour to get told “yep, it’s a squished thumb, here, sign this WSIB form”. I mean really, it’s not broken, sprained, or strained, so there isn’t really anything anyone can do about it except put ice on it. Which I am.
Since I only hit about half of the nail bed, I shouldn’t have any problems with the nail itself, but I’m supposed to keep an eye on it in case the nail bed dies. But it’s just a blue bruise now, not one of those creepy black ones. Once it stops hurting, I’ll probably go back to wearing nail polish until it grows out.
I am somewhat concerned that I had to explain what a centrifuge was to my doctor.
I don’t have a soft ice pack here at home, but I found some old flax seeds and put them in a plastic baggie. It actually works really well. Which is good, seeing as the original reason I bought the seeds a few years ago was to make some hot/cold packs.
So this is my thumb:
So now I’m sitting at home in my fox PJs (post on that later, I still have to attach the buttons) with a sore thumb and a baggie of seeds.