Some of you *cough cough Ian* remarked on the shortness of my thumb in my earlier blog post where I described my accident with a chef's knife. I've always had extremely short thumbs compared to my peers, and originally I always assumed that this was just me growing slower than my friends. As I reached adulthood I noticed that, uh, my thumbs hadn't grown since I was 8 and no one in my family had thumbs like mine.
Recently, and partly due to the hype surrounding Megan Fox's superbowl ad, I've discovered that I actually suffer from a mild form of Dysmelia called Brachydactyly. Sometimes referred to as clubbed thumbs, this condition is caused by loss of genetic information or a mutated gene and is pretty much harmless.
It's not painful and the only time it causes me trouble is when playing piano (I can only reach one octave, thumb to pinky) and playing guitar (bar chords are difficult, though manageable). Sometimes it's also difficult for me to take the safety off of a pistol when I go shooting, but again, with practice I can get around it.
I know a couple other people who have one clubbed thumb and one normal thumb. Personally, I'm glad that I have two so's they match. And they make my hands feel petite... which is nice considering the rest of me could never really be described that way.
Megan Fox.
Me, trying to be all Megan Foxy but turning out looking all Elisabeth Snidery.
Also, I realize my face looks all poochy in these pictures. It's just cause I have preggo face. It's my Italian Baby's fault.
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