As if being in your bosses office wasn't bad enough, I notice that my left hand had taken on the strange and disconcerting color of a lack of..well...blood. While this meeting is going on I am trying not to act too odd but I am clinching my fist and waggling my fingers, I even uncrossed my legs just in case that was what was causing the freakish blue. When the meeting was over, I hastily left to get back to my desk and perform CPR on my appendage before all was lost.
"It doesn't feel numb." I thought to myself "I don't have that pins and needles thing." What is going on!? I was sure that I didn't have a fracture or congenital heart disease. It was only my one hand and it did not extend above my wrist. My hand didn't feel cold, it was actually pretty warm for a blue hand. I shook my arm and hand, I let my hand rest at my side so that it was lower than my heart, I even tried rubbing my hands together in a feeble attempt to cajole the blue hand to become red again. None of this worked, then I noticed something else that was a bit peculiar, my other hand was a little blue but only where the blue hand touched it.
I looked at all the possibilities and I suddenly felt better. What was it? What could have possibly caused my hand to lose all of it's pink loveliness?
New blue jeans!
So, with a little soap and water my impending amputation was averted. Whew! What was impressive to me was the perfect "non-oxygenated hue that the jeans gave my hand. It was not too blue to make me think I had been dyed but not so subtle that I didn't notice it. Fun at work!
Please always remember and don't ever forget:
"Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train, feelin' near as faded as my jeans."
Janis Joplin
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