gasping for breath

Day Four of living without the use of my thumbs: I can’t pick my nose. Classically, nose-pickers have been depicted on stage and screen using their fingers to pick their noses, but for me, none of my fingers have the angle that I feel I need to do thorough job of picking my nose clean. Now I have to watch helpless as boogers take over my nostrils. My Darling B helps me button my shirt when I ask nicely, but I don’t think she’ll help me with this problem.