Silly Boy

I asked Korben to get dressed while I showered Logan. He was watching Veggie Tales at the time and when I came downstairs this is what I found:

From January 2010

Smashed

Not me. My Finger.

It was a Sunday night and all the YM and YW were over for some pre-fireside games and food. I was walking into the garage to put some items in the deep freeze and pulled the door closed by the frame rather than the handle. >CrUnCh<

So there I was dancing in the middle of the garage, when the dizziness started to take over. I knew I couldn't walk into the living room to faint...I mean, it wouldn't be appropriate to faint in front of the YM and YM leaders wearing a dress right? I knew that Mike was standing on the stairs (across from the door) talking to the YM leaders...so I opened the door, held up my finger, and stumbled (Mike's description) to the front office. I made it just in time to sit down before I fainted. :D

Using green beans as an ice pack I did still go to the fireside. But that night I had to take a Vicodin in order to sleep...and even then I could still feel the throbbing. Over the next week or so even small things like walking up the stairs sent too much blood to that poor finger and I would be in tears. A few times the blood built up so much underneath the nail that I had to squeeze it out to take the pressure off...sorry, maybe that was TMI. Needless to say, much of the time this is how I felt (and probably looked):

From January 2010

It really is amazing how much pain one small smashed finger can cause. The whole experience has really made me appreciate the little things that I always take for granted. Things like tucking in the pockets of my jeans, or rolling socks, or TYPING (My ring finger had to take over the duties of my middle finger - no easy task, which resulted in lots of backspacing and little motivation to blog about it.) Go ahead...give it a whirl...you know you want to.

Gradually the pain moved from throbbing to sharp pains under the nail, to where it is now...a weird tingly feeling. Thankfully, I no longer have to hold that finger up in order to keep it safe from injury, while going through the motions of life - something I'm sure everyone appreciates, since it looked like I was giving everyone and everything the bird. (EEK)

It is still pretty ugly though so I'm contemplating using a dark polish to cover it up. What do you think...cover it up, or keep it as a conversation starter?

From January 2010