While opening a can of tuna for lunch, I cut my hand on the lid. Only about 3/4 of an inch long, but very deep, the darn thing didn’t want to stop bleeding. I had to wake my son to help bandage it, and it continued bleeding on and off all afternoon. Poor me!
So I’m feeling wander-y and dissatisfied, all my plans for the day disrupted. I did get my new pots hung on the pot rack and the old ones packed away with Josh’s help, but I couldn’t garden, nor knit, nor do dishes. Every time I attempted some task, the blasted cut reopened and bled. Even now, I’m only typing with a couple of fingers on the right hand. If I weren’t a lefty I’d be truly and seriously pissed!
All this leads me to ponder one of my biggest buttons — getting thwarted. You know, those little road blocks life throws up like cuts, flat tires, stores out-of-stock, service windows closed, getting there just past closing…. life’s little gotchas — they drive me up the wall when larger adversities leave me serene and coping.
Give me a good, chunky problem to solve and I’m capable, patient and persistent. Thwart me and I can be hell on wheels. Even now, I’m fuming as my cut starts to leak blood and I realize I need to stop typing.
Egads, thwarted again!