Broken

It’s 10 days since the dislocated thumb party (this theme is currently winning the local ‘reason to throw a party’ competition, damaged body parts are usually hard to beat); a trip to Paris for New Years Eve; as well as taking in some cultural sites – a girl must stay in touch with what’s happening at the Louvre and of course the lords of fashion ‘Gucci’; Jimmy Choo; Hermes and Cartier all expected a visit. There have been another couple of parties on my return to C’ote d Azure and the apartment move did not allow the inconvenience of another visit to a specialist, other than my beauty parlour – can’t be doing all the above with rampant leg hair, so finally I get to one Dr Pierre (of most appealing appearance) who proceeds to do the ‘pull my finger’ trick …. and when I finally let out a yelp – I’ve learnt to keep quiet through some excruciatingly good moments and although this wasn’t one, remembering Dr Pierre is terribly cute, however, he has a wedding band, so I figured it’s not too early for a little practice. The upside is I get to hang out with Doc for a little while longer and we’ll see if that reclining examination table will come into good use and perhaps a little hypochondria will see me through the Winter days.
Of course now there’s going to be a broken thumb party, followed by the removal of the cast party; followed by the I can wear gloves again party – you get the idea.
It's few more days on and I’ve had to have said derelict digit x-rayed again, there came a clucking sound from the radiologist – never the noise you want to hear outside a farm yard – back to ‘le’ Doc was the instruction….but of course, if you insist – more pull my finger stunts but with greater intensity of pain than I wish to ever again experience – there is no fine line between pleasure and pain as far as this babe is concerned, and it was difficult to summon even my most vivid imagination of Doc and I embracing over the sterilizing unit when the natural reflex is to bury my left fist in the side of Docs head – one of the great things evolving from this little mishap (apart from Adonis and the Doc), is the new implementation of skills with my left hand, how underutilized had this appendage been, my left hand has been living the easy life…not any more it is learning life skills at an intense pace – to date all personal duties are handled (no pun intended) by leftie, as are cutting; serving; carrying; zippering; shampooing and of course the signing of Visa card so I think life with a broken right thumb is bearable when one can shop unassisted.