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.