I am not sure were to stick this post, but I need some sympathy here. Two nights ago I slammed the door (not out of anger, out of necessity or it will not stay shut) to our storage room and somehow forgot to remove my middle finger. The door closed on my finger were the nail meets the cuticle.
Making a long story shorter my finger has its own heartbeat, looks like a Johnsonville sausage (in both color and size), and is bent at a funky angle. Outside of labor pains I can say I have never hurt like this before.
I missed working out yesterday and out of self-pity went on a junk food feeding frenzy. Now I feel gross, my finger hurts, and I am scared to step on the scale.
I need a hug!
"The time will go by no matter what....you might as well have something to show for it."
| Pounds lost: 0.0