Monday, August 2, 2010

A Smashing Good Time

Yesterday evening, I went to put a garbage bag down our building's garbage chute.  Because I like a challenge, I attempted to do this one-handed.  The heavy metal door slammed on my fingers.  The pain was incredible.

I am not someone who runs to the ER a lot, but holy crap this was painful.  I had visions of my fingers falling off or at the very least becoming unusable.  Since one of the smashed fingers was my middle one, obviously we couldn't have that.  I am going to New York on Thursday and what would a visit to that city be without being able to use that expressive finger?  Anyway, my beloved sister Annie took me to the emergency room and after three hours and some x-rays, it was determined that it was just a painful bruise.  I got some pain meds and was sent home to a sleepless night of pain, cursing my garbage chute and trying to figure out who I should sue.  I'm thinking Donald Trump.


  1. OUCH!!
    I sliced open my finger on my new food processor blade recently (those MFer's are sharp!) My finger still feels weird, like kinda numbish. Being like my father who was the role model for the Black Knight in Monty Python's Holy Grail ("It's only a flesh wound..."), I of course did not go to the ER and get stitches or pain meds.

  2. Paint those suckers with turquoise nail polish and you're good to go. Especially if you bring the pain meds to NYC. Ever seen Times Square on one of those babies? (Yeah. Me neither. But IMAGINE.)

    (Also: OUCH)