As They Grow Up

(Excuse my type-os in this post, as you can likely guess my finger is bunged up.)

Sunday at my baseball game, my finger was hurt. It was stupid. I made sure I was in perfect position for the grounder, turned and went down on my knee to make sure I had my body in front of the ball, and the darn thing rolled up my glove so I missed it. I tried to grab it with my other hand and it dinged my finger. Well, at the time, it hurt and I turned to get the ball, looked down and said, "I'm bleeding." Chris, the team's short stop, looked at my finger, told me I was now dripping and to go to the bench. I suppose I was in a bit of shock, because I had no intention of going in!

I jogged to the bench, said to the girl there that my finger was bleeding and off to second she went. I put my glove down and asked Matt if he had a bandaid. He said, no and to get over there so he could check me out. I thought it was just my fingernail, as that was why I was bleeding. It was pretty much torn off, and I was annoyed as all get out that I couldn't play.

I got cleaned up, sat a couple fast innings while that happened, and then finished the first game. I headed out for the second, as I couldn't really hold a bat, and I was feeling a bit light headed. Shhh, don't go telling everyone! ;)

Well, meet day two. My right ring finger is the size of my thumb, purple, and no longer moves. I broke it. Not badly enough that it didn't move right after I hurt it and convince myself that it wasn't broken, but now it doesn't move, it's gigantic, and hurts from the tip to my wrist. Apparently if you jam your finger, crack the bone and give it a good sprain (my pinky is still sore too) then there's a chain reaction back to your wrist! Go figure Einstein! *lol*

Anyway, it's now Wednesday, and I can move it for the most part. The nail is getting pretty gross as expected before the thing falls off. Still pretty swollen, but if I didn't keep typing then it'd likely be better faster! ;)