Squashed Fingers. Never be able to wash dishes again . . .
An accident involving Polly’s fingers!!! NO! Will she ever be able to sew again? Remains to be seen, but I’m typing right now so I’m sure I can still sew. Yesterday the seams in the rolling garage door squashed two of my fingers. I couldn’t even extract them right away. Blinding pain. You don’t even know. My fingers are bruised on both sides- have you ever seen a bruised fingertip?! I didn’t know you could get bruises on your fingertips. I don’t know that I’ve ever screamed that loud. Luckily nothing is broken, but holy moly did it hurt. My mom offered me some SERIOUS meds which I at first turned down, but after a while the the pain made the potential hallucinations seem harmless.
In the end I just said a lot of really bad words and took some Advil. And eventually my fingers went numb. By now they’re just numb, with extremely piercing pain when I hit them on things. It’s part of my self imposed physical therapy to type.
Even the inside of my fingers are bruised. It ain’t pretty. Ugh. I’d post photos but I only put pretty things on this blog.
this is bizarre as this happened to me years ago {did i just type that, “years ago”?} Anyway, it was scary, all of my fingers except my thumbs were stuck! Thank goodness my mom was with me. I do believe I would’ve have been very bad off if she wasn’t there. I was in a pickle for sure. OUCH—I still can sew!!
{never again will a mess with a garage door that is not closing}
K