So that fateful morning started off hectic and proceeded to get worse. I kicked it off with slicing my thumb. Yep. Was making kundru (ivy gourd – who knew!) and just began to cut it, when I recalled how easy it was to slice it – and save so much time. So I found the slicer – we hardly use it – scrubbed it carefully and got going.
Kundru 1 – no problem.
Kundru 2 didn’t seem too happy and turned out partial slices – and you know how annoying that is when it is not a round slice but broken with trailing skin.
I readjusted the blade and swiped the kundru across it and as I was about to repeat the action, I was shocked to see blood on the blade. Seconds later the pain hit me and I yelped. Ewwww. One deep cut to the thumb. I so did not need that, what with having a difficult time thanks to the swollen middle finger in that hand. That finger has been painful for a while now and somehow I’ve managed to carry on. When I showed it to the doc during my visit last week, she suggested taking something – and me, being me, said no, I can manage.
Sigh. I so cannot manage sometimes. The thumb has been throbbing in pain. Even the simplest actions are difficult until the pain eases off. I am afraid to bandaid it because I am allergic to the medication on it. Funny how we never realize how much we need a finger until it is out of commission. And the cut on the thumb? Gets in the way of every single thing!
I am chugging on … because you know how it is when we take some time off from scheduled things – they just pile up and cause more stress than we can handle. So I am being like the trusted tortoise, slowly and steadily tackling stuff.
Can you believe I actually ordered cut vegetables for two days? That painful!
Funny thing – when I bought the kundru last week, I was thinking of all those times we used to specifically go to that 11th cross store where they got this absolutely fresh and delicious variety from their farm. Sigh.
Today I felt rather proud of myself as I managed to knead dough for the roti for lunch.
Will power is such a friend, no? Who’d know that better than you!
You know what they say…when the going gets tough… 🙂 The tough have coffee!
4 thoughts on “The Going Gets Tough”
When the going gets tough, we sail through. Hope it gets better, Vidya. Guess, it happens when we become so busy and caught unaware.
Ouch! So why aren’t you taking what the doctor suggested, my dear?
Hey, what happened to the ready-made chappatis? Not worth it?
🙂 I like to think the pain will get sick of me and leave.
Ready made chapatis are good for an emergency – somehow in my mind this didn’t seem like an emergency. Also? Have to go and get them. It takes less time to make them 🙂
That must be really painful and troubling. Did you to put Haldi on it? It does help though being diabetic it will take a lot of time.
Plus typing must be a pain 🙁
Stay tough and strong.
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