Everybody has heard the poem that begins "Monday's child is fair of face".... right? I goes on to say "Tuesday's child is full of grace". This is where the cute little facade starts to crack.
I am a Tuesday child. Even my own mother used to say the poem lied because I was definitely not "full of grace" -- I was one clumsy kid. Some things never change.
I have arthritis and I believe I have some neuropathy in my feet. Plus, I am just naturally clumsy, I don't need any other factors.
Last night I fell asleep on the sofa. Hubs woke me up so I could continue my nap in bed. I was clearly out of it as I traveled across the floor so I paid no attention to the item sitting on the floor (I had been avoiding picking it up for days so I am not only clumsy, I am lazy). I hit said item full on, stumbled, woke up abruptly as I lunged finger first into the large television cabinet which resulted in me using loud, nasty words.
I was sure I had broken the first joint (closest to my nail) on my left pinky. It hurt, it was red, my hand hurt all the way up into my hand.
I went to bed after I determined I could wiggle my fingers. This morning it was really red and sore and hurts to bend it but I am able to bend it so I assume it is just jammed.
So, about Tuesday's child -- yeah, dumb poem.