Broken, Sort of
So, I was at work yesterday.
Not shocking, as today is my one and only day off.
Even though I got kicked out early.
Yep. I got forced out. I told Noreen that I was fine, and that I'd be completely okay with staying until the end of my shift, but she refused, and had the very nice, and very cute VH Assistant Manager to come over and make sure I left. Immediately.
Why, you might be wondering, was I kicked out of my place of employment?
Because I slammed my index finger in the very heavy back door at work.
Yep.
It's all bruised, and battered, and I all but shaved off all the skin on the one side, but, fortunately, it's not broken. I bruised the bone, and I can't bend it because of the swelling, and it's taking me twice as long to type, as I have absolutely no use of the finger because of the fact that I have absolutely no pain tolerance and my finger is still about twice the size it's supposed to be and it's a very unattractive shade of purple. I am a fan of purple. I enjoy the color. I find it very aesthetically pleasing. But this, is not at all pretty.
And, do you want to know, me, crybaby extraordinaire, did not cry. Not at work, not while in the car, not when I was getting it checked it out, not when I came home and had a nurse mother poking and prodding at the swollen appendage. I didn't cry at work mainly because I am the boss, and that would probably be unprofessional, and I only had Peej with me, and he would have probably freaked. As it was, he did the bug eyes thing.
You want to know when I cried? When my mom told me that they might have to take my nail off to relieve the swelling. I put the ice pack on my finger again after that. I even took it with me into work when Nicole and I went to the movies with Becky. I took the ice pack with me into Kohls, when we went shopping for unmentionables after N had an unfortunate dryer vs. bra incident. We mocked these truly repulsive purses that had matching scrunchies and a pair of slippers. Yuck. Although, there were these fantastic rain boots. I so want them.
Geez, this is annoying. I can't type. I had to alter the way that I sleep and lounge, as I always end up on my stomach. I can't eat properly. I can't write my name, or write anything right, because guess what hand I write with? Yep, my left.
As if the world wasn't against Leftys. Now, karma is too.
Katherine
Not shocking, as today is my one and only day off.
Even though I got kicked out early.
Yep. I got forced out. I told Noreen that I was fine, and that I'd be completely okay with staying until the end of my shift, but she refused, and had the very nice, and very cute VH Assistant Manager to come over and make sure I left. Immediately.
Why, you might be wondering, was I kicked out of my place of employment?
Because I slammed my index finger in the very heavy back door at work.
Yep.
It's all bruised, and battered, and I all but shaved off all the skin on the one side, but, fortunately, it's not broken. I bruised the bone, and I can't bend it because of the swelling, and it's taking me twice as long to type, as I have absolutely no use of the finger because of the fact that I have absolutely no pain tolerance and my finger is still about twice the size it's supposed to be and it's a very unattractive shade of purple. I am a fan of purple. I enjoy the color. I find it very aesthetically pleasing. But this, is not at all pretty.
And, do you want to know, me, crybaby extraordinaire, did not cry. Not at work, not while in the car, not when I was getting it checked it out, not when I came home and had a nurse mother poking and prodding at the swollen appendage. I didn't cry at work mainly because I am the boss, and that would probably be unprofessional, and I only had Peej with me, and he would have probably freaked. As it was, he did the bug eyes thing.
You want to know when I cried? When my mom told me that they might have to take my nail off to relieve the swelling. I put the ice pack on my finger again after that. I even took it with me into work when Nicole and I went to the movies with Becky. I took the ice pack with me into Kohls, when we went shopping for unmentionables after N had an unfortunate dryer vs. bra incident. We mocked these truly repulsive purses that had matching scrunchies and a pair of slippers. Yuck. Although, there were these fantastic rain boots. I so want them.
Geez, this is annoying. I can't type. I had to alter the way that I sleep and lounge, as I always end up on my stomach. I can't eat properly. I can't write my name, or write anything right, because guess what hand I write with? Yep, my left.
As if the world wasn't against Leftys. Now, karma is too.
Katherine
posted by rosie4299 at 6:31 PM
2 Comments:
Awww, poor K!
Kisses on the finger and hope it recovers well. Hope it gets better soon.
~M
Aww, you guys make a kinda broken girl feel so special!
I am so not having fun with this. I won't milk it at work, even though they keep trying to send me home. But signing all the paperwork is a beeyotch, with this huge chunk missing out of the side of my index finger. It looks really gross, and I have to keep it all wrapped up because of the swelling and crap.
And I have the world's worst pain tolerance in the entire world.
Today might have been the worst day for the pain, but honestly, the well wishes do help. I like to feel loved. So does my finger.
K
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