For the last couple of weeks, I've been under a cloud. That problem I've been having with my thumb has been diagnosed.
No surprises. Arthritis. Well, one surprise. It seems there are grades of arthritis. I'm in the fourth grade. How many grades are there? Four.
So there's been some boohoo poor me. Oh my thumb! I hate wearing this thumb support thing on my hand. Oh the pain. Oh the suffering. Poor me.
In times of deep self absorption, it often helps to remember that some have it worse. Like these guys. It is, after all, Wild Turkey season.