last night i took a cab home, and somehow managed to close the door on the tip of my finger when i got out.
ow-ie. owie owie owie.
writing and typing without my right index finger. whatta pain.
someone at work told me to (*yuk alert*) heat up a paper clip and pierce a hole in the nail to relieve the pressure so i don't lose the nail. how gross. did she really mean i should do this at home? i'd be passing out before the thing was warm.
i never used to be this squeamish...
i happened to have an appointment with a dermatologist this afternoon anyway, and when he said, "anything else?"
i said, "well, i have a smushed finger, but i don't think that's your thing..."
he took a look anyway, and said he doesn't think i'll lose the nail.
eek.
it ain't pretty.
stress manifesting itself as klutziness?