My funny mind

I was making Pulla – Finnish sweet bread….rolling out segments to be recombined into a lovely golden braid. As I was rolling and stretching those segments I saw in my bread the shape of long bones---narrow at the shaft and thicker at the ends. I giggled to myself and kept rolling.

After that nap I mentioned I also noticed that my thumb was a little numb. I thought I had just fallen asleep on it funny as happens when you sleep in positions creatively weaving your limbs among books and pencils on a loveseat sofa. As night began to fall and my thumb remained “asleep” I grew worried. I recalled strongly emphasized cautions about dissecting scalpels, and suddenly realized I had somehow cut a nerve. I searched for a cut mark in vain. Then I thought maybe it was some aluminum containing molecule (OHSU gave us these aluminum water bottles…my mother taught me always be wary of aluminum and yet I sipped) acting like a neurotoxin and this numbness was the first symptom of system shut down. I consulted my roommate who identified my silliness thus quelling my outward concern if not my inward terrors. Shortly thereafter I realized it was probably all of that blunt dissection with those scissors. It takes quite a bit of force, and 3 hours of using scissors is hard on a little ole thumb. One would think hypochondria would be inversely proportional to knowledge gained. I have a feeling the relationship isn’t quite so simple. Or perhaps…knowledge gained should be qualified in some way. Anyway…in the end I’m totally ok.