Guess what I did yesterday! Instead of going to class I broke my finger! I had left the apartment but realized that I would want a snack because I was going straight to work after class. I yelled up to Liv and asked her to throw me down and orange. 3 stories of gravity combined with the fact that I'm terrible at catching things, and the oranbe bopped my pinky. I grabbed it and felt that it was wonky and yelled up to Liv, who was laughing a little "It's fucked up! It's not right, it's not right!" So I ran back upstairs and showed Liv and study-buddy Lizzie. I didn't look myself because body parts being in places they shouldn't be really freak me out, and I knew something was up. They both gasped and Liv said "I'll take you to the hospital" at which point I started to feel very faint. Liv said my lips were really white and creepy. We were dumb and didn't take a picture, but this is what it looked like:
At the hospital they took X-rays and I watched "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" in the waiting room and nurses made fun of me for not catching the orange. Then they numbed my pinky and put it back in place and now I have it in a splint. The hospital took 3 hours. I didn't cry.
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eamon and i had a talk last night about whether or not you cried. i'm really proud of you! feel better kid
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