Ouch!
For a wide variety of reasons, I haven't exactly been myself the past few days.
At any rate, earlier this morning, I got into the car, late for work. Something in my brain, probably miswired, led me to try to close the driver's side door with my right hand, instead of my left. Truth is, I didn't know exactly where my left hand was, I suppose, that led to this unusual scene. To those who have difficulty picturing this: when you close the driver's door, while seated as the driver in an American automobile, you reach across yourself to do so. Pretty awkward.
It was upon slamming the car door that a rediscovered where my left hand was. Specifically, it was caught in the closed door. That was not too pleasant.
I briefly debated going to the emergency room, but somehow, decided to "play through the pain" and go to the office instead. Hours and lots of blood loss later, I'm still not sure if it was the best idea or not, but hell. I know nothing's broken. It just hurts like a bitch.
Given my penchant for self-flagellation, however, I'm not sure if this "accident" was completely unintentional or not.
One thing, though. Just the act of typing this LJ entry has been pretty much a royal bitch.
ADDENDUM: It was only my "favorite finger" on my left hand that was caught in the door. "Mr. Pointy" is in such incredible pain right now that I'm in shock, largely from typing around him, and also wondering how I'll pick my nose. As of this moment, 3:20 EST, he's still oozing blood. Maybe I *should* go to the emergency room.
At any rate, earlier this morning, I got into the car, late for work. Something in my brain, probably miswired, led me to try to close the driver's side door with my right hand, instead of my left. Truth is, I didn't know exactly where my left hand was, I suppose, that led to this unusual scene. To those who have difficulty picturing this: when you close the driver's door, while seated as the driver in an American automobile, you reach across yourself to do so. Pretty awkward.
It was upon slamming the car door that a rediscovered where my left hand was. Specifically, it was caught in the closed door. That was not too pleasant.
I briefly debated going to the emergency room, but somehow, decided to "play through the pain" and go to the office instead. Hours and lots of blood loss later, I'm still not sure if it was the best idea or not, but hell. I know nothing's broken. It just hurts like a bitch.
Given my penchant for self-flagellation, however, I'm not sure if this "accident" was completely unintentional or not.
One thing, though. Just the act of typing this LJ entry has been pretty much a royal bitch.
ADDENDUM: It was only my "favorite finger" on my left hand that was caught in the door. "Mr. Pointy" is in such incredible pain right now that I'm in shock, largely from typing around him, and also wondering how I'll pick my nose. As of this moment, 3:20 EST, he's still oozing blood. Maybe I *should* go to the emergency room.