It Could Be Worse

I know; it's a cliche.  That doesn't make it any less true.

1. It's my left hand.  There are a lot of things I can't do right now, but I can still sign my name.
2. The injury itself, though bad, really could have been worse. At one point yesterday, the surgeon wanted to see my palm.  I said, "it's a little red, but I think it's just road rash."  He replied, "I just want to make sure there aren't any bones poking through the skin."  "Oh.  Oh . . . OK, then." (shudder).
3. I have a great support network.  Jeff has of course been wonderful, his parents are watching the kids today, and a great friend is taking the tomatoes off my hands.  I can't imagine having to go through this on my own.
4. In half an hour, I can take more Tylenol 3.  I think I'm going to take two this time instead of just one.

Edited to add:  I realize today (Thursday) how glad I am I took my wedding ring off Monday morning.  My hand is so swollen, I think they would have had to cut it off me before the surgery.