I broke my pinky today.
I was eating my favorite dish earlier when I heard a very cute little crack. I thought it was just some accidental discharge of unnecessary but very little emission that was part of my personal contribution to the earth’s greenhouse gases, so I just shrugged it off.
After a few minutes, one of my fingers felt like it was dipped in frozen yogurt imported from the North Pole.
Weird. And the picture didn’t give much justice.
I looked and saw that my left pinky was twisted. When I force it with my other hand it can move, otherwise, it can not by itself. It doesn’t hurt much but it certainly feels like it was wasted. I put some ice, added some sugar and lemon, and yes. Refreshingly good to take away the summer heat. Now back to my pinky, I cracked it back and forth, but still..
Twisted. Hmnn.
I was fighting the last hurrah of the current tremendously painful gout attack. So I wonder if the gout is now coming up to my upper limbs. What worries me now is that it might go up to my brain (or what’s left of it). I wanted to go to the doctor, but I’m sure he’d say it was just sprained or maybe a dislocated joint and some ice, massage and bandage would do. Or if I insist, they’ll bring me to the hospital over at the out-patient department but they might take an x-ray to have it checked for sure.
If you don’t think having your three inch pinky x-rayed isn’t funny, to me it damn is. And annoying. Who do you think I am, Paris Hilton? Geez.
I broke my pinky today.
Cute.
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