Last night, in an attempt to create something for dinner that doesn’t require me to Just Add Water, I was opening a can of chicken when I sliced through the pad of my right thumb. It bled and bled as wounds traditionally do, but the real pain arrived today. I never realized how much I use my thumb when I could no longer use it: typing, writing, securing my necklace, buttoning my sweater. You get the idea. Wearing a clunky Band-Aid helps a little, but not much.