You know, you just never realize how important each and every finger is until you can't use one of them. Washing your hair...almost impossible. Getting dressed...insanely hard. Tying shoes? Not going to happen. Typing my usual 100 words a minute (okay, maybe 70) - yeah...I don't think so.
I injured myself early Sunday morning....and not in a cool way. Oh no. I couldn't smash my finger building my kids the world's most awesome tree house (like one amazing writer/mom I know). Or maybe crush it while saving my child from a burning vehicle.
Nope. Not me.
I managed to rip off almost the entire nail of my left middle finger at 2 in the morning....while trying to pull the covers up.
Yep, that's right. I was attacked by a big, soft, goose-feather-filled BLANKIE.
Seriously, how embarrassing is that?
My loving husband had pulled his usual "hog all the blankets and shove them under my body then fall into a state of sleep that is closer to dead than slumber so my wife can't get any warmth and almost freezes to death" routine and when I tried to dislodge them by yanking with all my pitiful might....somehow....the blankets stayed put and half of my nail went flying leaving behind (TMI coming up) a raw, sore, bloody mess.
I found this irritating and inconvenient until I was getting ready for church and realized playing the piano for the children's Sunday School was going to be interesting sans middle finger...as is typing (though I'm doing considerably better than I expected) :D Though, I'm seriously considering taking some prenatal vitamins to speed up my nail growth because, um, OWWWW!
In any case, :D just thought I'd share my ridiculous injury on this early Monday morning and send out a huge wish that everyone else's weekend went a little better than mine :)
So, anyone else ever injure themselves in a totally humiliating, beyond ridiculous way? Or am I the only one who has killer blankets in my house? :D
And stay tuned for Wednesday!!! We are going to have a fun I HAVE THE MOST AWESOME FOLLOWERS IN THE WORLD giveaway in which I may or may not be giving away some book awesomeness....lots of them! :D
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Oh, that sucks major time! I feel your pain.
I hurt one of my fingers yesterday by accidentally whacking it against the door frame. Fortunately it got better; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to type. And that would have sucked. Big time.
OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, ouch!! I seem to burn or cut my fingers often, which makes me wonder about my cooking skills??? But it is really difficult to have a finger injury, and you never think of it until it happens:)
Happy Healing! That does not sound fun at all and I'd likely still be giving my hubs stink eye if I were you.
um. OW.
Me? I've been attacked by a potato peeler. (Among other kitchen implements.)
Oh, ouch! But fear not - you are not alone. I have five scars that twist down my right hand from an injury that needed over twenty stitches. And how did I get that injury? Well, I'm going to take that secret to the grave. But rest assured, it was PLENTY embarassing.
OUCH! That totally made me cringe. I smashed my thumb in my car door when I got home at 1 am after a volley ball game last fall. Finger injuries and sleep don't mix! Hope your finger feels better soon! :(
Ow! So sorry about your nail! I've had to type without my pointer finger before (sliced a slippery lemon), and it does take some getting used to. Hands are amazingly resourceful, though. They seem to figure out on their own how to compensate for that missing finger (not really missing, just in utility!). :) Get better fast!
Oh owie. My fingers hurt just thinking about it. That's a killer injury for a writer. And yeah, it sounds like something I'd do. Week before last I sliced my thumb knuckle open with... wait for it... a pudding cup. Why the manufacturer has to make them attached so consumers have to break them apart I'll never know. All I wanted was some tapioca.
I hope your finger feels better soon and your hubby stops hogging all the covers.
So does this mean you're not going to send out my copy of your awesome book today? :D
Just kidding. I'm so sorry to hear about your finger. That kind of stuff hurts so bad. I won't fill the comment block up with all the "accidents" I've had over the years. My wife would enjoy that too much, since she loves to remind me how accident-prone I am (particularly around power tools).
Can I just say that anything to do with fingernails causes shivers up and down my spine. From chalkboards to broken nails, all of it makes me cringe (I know, I'm weird). Your story was incredibly hard for me to read, but I wish you a speedy recovery and beg you not to post a picture.
: )
Can I just say that anything having to do with fingernails makes me cringe, so I wish you a speedy recovery and beg that you not post pictures.
; )
Sorry, for the double comment, Michelle. If you could delete one of them for me, I'm having a Monday moment.
I was stung by a hornet in the butt once when I was at a church camping trip. I couldn't sit for a week and I had to lay on my belly while my youth leaders removed the stinger. Oh, and when I complained about my butt hurting, one of them corrected me. "It's bottom, butt is a vulgar word."
EW EW EW EW EW!!! I'm so sorry!! But..as gross as that is, and painful as I imagine, I did giggle at the silliness of the situation! I'm sorry for that too lol. Why don't you put a blanket for yourself on your side, on the table or floor so when you get cold at night after he steals them you can just reach over and throw a blanket around yourself?
*wince* rather you than me.
Well... while not necessarily being an embarrassing mode of self-injury, Fencing is a source of many an interesting (and sometimes painful) bruises.
I once had a lecturer who saw the black bruise that covered three quarters of my upper arm and insisted to take me to counselling because someone in my life was abusing me.
Luckily she fenced too, when she was younger.
;-)
*wince* rather you than me.
Well... while not necessarily being an embarrassing mode of self-injury, Fencing is a source of many an interesting (and sometimes painful) bruises.
I once had a lecturer who saw the black bruise that covered three quarters of my upper arm and insisted to take me to counselling because someone in my life was abusing me.
Luckily she fenced too, when she was younger.
;-)
That's horrible and I am truly sorry. That said, I apologize for laughing at the way you tell it.
Ow, I am cringeing. Hope you heal quick.
Ouchy . . . I know that hurt. At least you have a great story. :) Best wishes for a speedy recovery.
I fractured my tailbone slipping and falling walking into a restaurant. It was a very nice place that even with reservations you still had to wait. ALL the staff scrambled around me . . . only to inquire - did we still want to keep our reservations!
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