Graceful

My mom always said I was graceful.  I think it goes back to when I was five, and it was a few weeks before my Uncle's wedding and I was the flower girl for.  I don't remember much, but I remember running full force, face first into my metal swing set.  Luckily, you could barely see the black eye at the wedding.  Since then I've been pretty much a walking accident.  I truly have a gift for injuring myself in stupid ways.  This week was no exception.  I was traveling to a plant in Minneapolis on Wednesday and had to go early to pick up the rental car.  The windows were frosty and so I had to scrape them.  After driving over to R&D to pick up some coworkers I got out of the car, shut the door, and found my glove was in the door.  Only when I tried to pull the glove out I realized my finger was also in the door. My fingers were so cold that I didn't even notice that I shut my finger in the door so my finger was in the door for probably 30 seconds before I opened the door.  I pulled the glove off and my fingernail was instantly black.  I'll save you all the nasty details, but after trying to relieve the pressure last night I think I was in some of the worst pain I've ever had.  It still hurts today.  I walked around at work looking like I was giving everyone the "I'm number 1" sign because I was elevating my hand to keep the swelling down. I'm also double medicated on cold medicine and ibuprofen.  I'm also learning to type without my right index finger.  Try it sometime, you don't realize how much you use your finger! Hopefully I don't lose my fingernail, but I'm not holding my breath.

If I had someone to take a picture I would show my normal finger with the swelled one because it doesn't look that bad here but holding it up to the regular finger makes it look huge!