Ouch!

sore thumb

Can’t do a long post this week as I’ve sliced open the base of my thumb on a glass which spontaneously exploded as I was emptying the dishwasher early on Wednesday morning.  I had no idea how vital thumbs were until now.  Although I’m right-handed, it’s been easier to use my thumb-equipped left hand for most tasks than jab ineffectively through the air with my four, lonely right fingers.   My left hand has discovered its unexploited potential and has gone a little wild.  I swear it already looks twice the size it used to be since its life-long role as the understudy came to a sudden end on Wednesday morning.  I haven’t the heart to whisper to it “This is only temporary”.

My work facilitating shared reading groups has suffered, though, since I haven’t been able to drive, can barely type and can’t lift and carry anything too heavy, even a book.  I have managed to catch up on emails and all the niggly admin jobs that lurk around the edges of my life.  And I’ve managed to read through all the recent (and not so recent) submissions to And Other Poems which has cheered me up.

Something else which has lifted my spirits has been the loving, supportive, funny comments on Twitter and Facebook.  “No more XBox for a while, then?” one friend quipped (haha, as if!  Even if I was four-handed and eight-thumbed I wouldn’t be dextrous enough to play Halo).

It’s been heartening to receive little messages from people I don’t really know and a reminder that Twitter and Facebook are sometimes very friendly places to be.   Gosh, this post is turning out to be longer than I thought it would be.  Just goes to show how adaptable we humans are, even when we’re down to our last thumb.

Anyway, Chris Murray a Twitter, Facebook and WordPress friend  (we’ve never met) sent me this fantastic poem by Sylvia Plath which I’ve listened to again and again.  Even though I’ve been carrying around Sylvia Plath’s poems for years there are still poems, such as this one, that I don’t discover until someone else draws my attention to it.

I love Plath’s clipped, almost aggressive delivery and the short lines are like small, quick cuts from the chopping knife that’s sliced off the top of the poet’s thumb.  As Chris mentioned, this is the top of the thumb, not the base, but it was still a wonderful poem to send to me.  Hope you enjoy it too.  Next week I’m steering clear of knives.  And the dishwasher.

13 thoughts on “Ouch!

  1. Lesley Jackson says:

    Still an enjoyable, if thumbless, post. I love your posts and so much of the poetry you share with us. I don’t comment often but that doesn’t mean I don’t look forward to every post – one of the best on poetry that I’ve come across. Best to enjoy being minus thumb-needing tasks for a while I think : )

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  2. Robin Houghton says:

    Oh no! How awful and not just annoying I’m sure. I had a ‘finger thing ‘ once and the throbbing pain ( particularly at night) was awful. Hope you heal up soon and can get back to doing the things you want to. Robin x

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  3. Heather Walker (@Heather91404743) says:

    Oh poor you. We never realise how much an injury to one part of the body will impact on us until it happens. I had a shoulder injury a few years back (still don’t know what caused it) but putting a coat on was agony, as was moving my shoulder in general. I began using my left arm for most things. It’s amazing how we adapt! Love the Sylvia Plath poem. I’ve read it before. I’m a bit of a fan! Really enjoy your posts.

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  4. isabelrogers says:

    Oh Josephine! This is the first I’ve heard. Ouch indeed. I hope you’re getting attentive aftercare to get it all moving again properly once it’s healed. I love that Plath poem: every time I either do cut myself or get near with a vegetable knife I hear it in my head. It’s the matter-of-factness of her words that pack such a punch. Wishing you healing and double-strength painkillers. (Being a leftie isn’t all bad, you know …) x

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  5. Fiddledock says:

    Ooh!Poor you.Did “thumb stump” make it feel any better?For me it recalled past cuts, onioned pain and
    clearing spots off the floor.A past injury resulted in my almost ambidextrous status, don’t return your left hand to ‘understudy’ too soon, it’s useful! :-)I too enjoy your posts and am especially grateful for this considering your circumstances. xxxTam (@Fiddledock)

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  6. Valerie Morton says:

    Oh Josephine I do sympathise and can only hope it will not be long before your thumb is fully active again. You still manage to make your blog such a good read – I admire you for that. These things are so sudden and unexpected aren’t they? There must be a poem in an exploding glass?:) Sending good vibes directly to your thumb 🙂

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    • Josephine Corcoran says:

      Ha! I like the thought of an exploding glass poem! Exploding glass isn’t uncommon (according to Google) – I had no idea! I was just thinking how brilliant Plath was to make a poem out of cutting her thumb – sometimes the most mundane events make the best poems, it seems. Thanks for your kind words, Valerie! 🙂

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