My first sports-related injury
While we were at the park on Saturday, Bobby, Rahul, Teresa, and I were tossing around a football. I caught the ball at an awkward angle, jamming my finger pretty hard, and putting a premature end to my budding football career in the process. This is why I don’t play sports:
I didn’t think it was a big deal, since I could still move it and bend it, but the next day it was all swollen and purple, so I googled “jammed finger” and got terrifying results. Now I’m rocking this deluxe* finger splint:
Here’s a picture of me looking small and frail in our kitchen, the day after:
Some people may consider that a rude picture, oops. ;) All is not lost, however! I really like the ice pack I picked up from CVS:
It’s a little bead-filled star! He’s so squishy and adorable (and cold). I love him - it brings me such joy to ice my finger, mwee hee hee. I guess there is a bright side to this whole ordeal!!!
*The box really says deluxe, yo.