Where is pointer, where is pointer?

Here I am! Here I am!

How are you today sir?

Not very well, I thank you.

My stupid owner tried to cut me off.


Remember the Where is Thumbkin song? Having emerged from the preschool years not super long ago, I still recall it.

Anyhow, here's an update:

Thanks to all of you for your kind words and empathy for my little situation. I'll try to answer the questions I got from some of you.

1. Yes, as you can see, I can still type. It is hard, because I cannot use my left index finger, which is heavily bandaged. So, the middle finger is picking up the slack. The only issue here is that I am slow and make a lot of typing mistakes.

2. I was cutting open a package of cheese when this happened. It sounds funnier to say I cut the cheese, doesn't it?

3. Not to gross anyone out, but so far, things are healing well. The "chunk" is staying put, and it looks as if part of it wants to reattach, so that is good. Luckily my mom is a nurse and can do my wound care for me. She has to clean it and rebandage it every 24 hours.

Funny story here. Yesterday, as my mom is rebandaging me, she starts talking about pharmacies. Immediately, I think of my recent blog post from a couple of days ago. So, she tells me that she will order some special bandages for me from this online drugstore she has been using. Then she says, "they ought to give me a discount, since I ordered about $80.00 worth of hemerrhoid stuff from them."

Mystery solved! Eeew.