My finger isn’t working. Wanna guess how this happened?
1 – Some jerk in line at Meijer was stringing one disparaging remark after another at Melissa, thinking she cut in line. I stepped in. It escalated when he pushed me, so I kicked his nads, swung a heavy right hook into his solar plexus, and came down on his face with a left hook. TKO. Shattered his cheekbone and broke my finger.
2 – While walking our dog, she lunged at a yippy lap dog. When I yanked back, my hold on the leash was just so, that it ligatured my finger and snapped the tendon.
3 – I was feeding a board through the table saw. The board pinched the blade and it kicked back. My finger got in the way and was dislocated.
4 – This little piggy went to market. This little piggy dropped a 55 lb concrete retaining wall block on itself and stopped moving.
5 – “Inside everbody’s nose There lives a sharp-toothed snail.” – Shel Silverstein. They were able to reattach it.
If you picked the very mundane story number two, you win. I can’t extend that finger, and am wearing a dramatically giant plaster splint. These injuries are never glory stories (see #1). In any case, I’ll be delayed installing Project Retaining Wall, but luckily it doesn’t effect anything else on the schedule.
For now, I’m limited to one-hand typing until I meet with a specialist about getting the Skywalker Upgrade.