It was my birthday. On Saturday my family took me out to lunch at the Indian buffet of my choice (both my father and my brother were good sports about this – they even sampled a number of things, though not the vegetable dishes, before sticking to rice and chicken curry and ending with the pistachio-almond ice cream). I fell in love with something that featured large flat beans that looked like lima beans (or so I was told, even though they were yellow – “It’s the SPICES that gives them that colo,” dad said; I remain skeptical), but didn’t taste like lima beans. They can be so rubbery, and these just fell apart in my mouth when I bit into them. The spinach and paneer dish did not disappoint, and they had the gulab jamun – those doughy, syrup-soaked balls.
Before leaving, I visited the rest room where I had just enough time to register that they had a space heater that appeared to be drying the damp floor (CAUTION!!! AVISO!!!) before I noticed my feet sliding apart (too far! too far!) and hit the ground, landing on my thumb. My THUMB! I must have landed on some other parts of me, too, but it all happened so fast – the down! the up again! that I don’t remember. What side did I even fall on? This baffles me. It’s my left thumb that hurts if I press on it in a certain way (don’t press on it that way) and it goes a little ouch-numb-all-my-nerves-are-on-fire. I don’t think that it’s broken. It’s not swollen either. I woke up and was stiff this morning – all over stiff, though, so that didn’t provide any extra insight into the sites of impact. The take-home message is that I don’t recommend this. Stay upright.