What a way to start a morning
Tuesday morning. School day. I got up at 4:50... I showered, then I went in my room to decide what to wear. I'm skeptical about the weather reports, so I open my window for some say authenticity/a confirmation...and I'm waving my hands in the morning air and SMACK...the window comes crashing down on my pathetic little hand. My right hand. I had a red right hand. Heh. Sorry I love Nick Cave...it was really bloody and I did get cut...well anyhow...I cry out and I cause a commotion. Yep my right ring finger...is broken. It looks like a purple sausage but rather engorged. Needless to say, being the asshole I tend to well be, I refused to see a doctor. I went to school. I'm not missing class because of a broken finger. It's so trivial. I mean doctors...What are they going to do? X-ray my finger? Wrap it in a popsicle stick...then send me out the door with some weak painkillers. No thanks. I'll handle this myself. If it gets any uglier...then I'll see a doctor...until then...it's popsicle sticks, gauze and med tape.