Fractured Thumb

On the night of 1st Dec, I slipped in the wash room and fractured my right hand's thumb. What looked like a hair line fracture turned out to be a tricky one. Had to undergo a small operation and have two wires in my thumb for three weeks.

It has been a great learning since then. Really, salute those who are ambidextrous!! Well, three more weeks to go before i can use my right hand, just can't wait this time to fly. Sometimes time passes away so slowly.

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