A sudden sense of impending doom woke me early Friday morning. I quickly rolled out of bed. Too quickly.
Gasping in pain, I found myself on all fours on the floor. The large wedge pillow on which I sleep to counteract GERD was partially beneath me, the bedside water bottle on the floor, my knees and hands on the hardwood floor. Sharp pain stabbed my knees and left thumb. Yes, left thumb.
An hour or so later, I was showered, dressed, and waiting at the front door for my ride. The colonoscopy yielded good news—no polyps—but I am waiting for Tuesday’s appointment with my primary care physician to get the verdict on my now-unusable left thumb.
