Frostbit in warm weather

This post is mostly for my own memory. I don't think it works as well here as it did when I slide it into conversation. Which I'm apt to do.

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I'm telling people I got frostbite on my thumb. I've never had frostbite before (despite seven winters in the midwest) and I haven't been to the doctor, so I'm not sure about the diagnosis. But it's a reasonable explanation, even for a nice fall weekend.

Took a break from my conference to meet my cousin. I let him choose where to meet and he suggested an ice cream place. Neither one of us realized how far it was from the conference hotel.

After walking approximately 2 miles in conference shoes (the menswear heels), I should have wanted to sit down to eat our ice cream. Don't know why not, but between wanting to be outside and some maniacal glutton for punishment, we went outside.

I'd asked for a medium waffle cone, because 1) cones are more fun and 2) I hadn't had lunch because it took me so long to find the ice cream place that I hadn't stopped for a sandwich and a cone definitely increases the nutritional content of the ice cream as lunch argument. I'm convinced that they gave me an extra large cone instead. More calories? They saw my hunger? I don't know.

What I do know is that the cone started to fall apart. I'd been managing to keep up with the drips, but then cracks appeared with more drips and I'm in conference clothes. (Yes, this was a BAD plan.) My pumpkin custard and fudge brownie were not staying in there. So as we walk around the block back to the ice cream store, I'm trying to hold the huge scoops in place with my thumb.

And that is how my thumb got frostbitten.

To the question, "Didn't it hurt?" I can only offer one reply. It was Ice Cream.