OUCH

I managed to slam my finger into Shanda's car door and the door locked in place. I had to "rip" (think jarring wrench with flesh being torn) my finger out of the door as Shanda had already gone inside with the keys. Jenna tried to help me open the door but it was "no can do." So it was: BREATHE, PULL and RUN inside to put into cold ice water to slow the swelling. Mind you the blood that was dripping into the glass from the torn section made the water look like a Jackson Pollock version of a cocktail for Halloween.

It took me two weeks after tearing the ligaments in my ankle (and straining one on the outside of my knee...doctor finally confirmed that) to take a pain pill. It took less than five minutes after finger injury to ask Jenna to get me the last of the prescription strenghth stuff. I couldn't open the little bottle as it was the index finger of my right hand. AND YEAH, I'm right handed. Darn.

All's well now. It's healing slowly but surely. However, I'm going to have a gnarly scar. It looks like all those maps of the Nile River you had to study in social studies as a kid. Which makes it REALLY "tight" to show to my seventh grade students. Tee hee.