Church Softball season is over, and let’s just say I went out with a bang. No, I didn’t hit a homer. I got blasted in the pinkie by a forcefully thrown ball from the left fielder while trying to put the tag on at third base. It hit right on the tip and compressed the finger. People around here thought I “stoved” it (if you have any information regarding the origin of this phrase, please share).
Having never heard such a phrase, I assumed I “stubbed” it pretty badly. Well, it had been a week, and the swelling, bruising and pain had not subsided, so I went to the doctor for X-rays. Prognosis—Negative. It is fractured at the joint where the finger and the hand meet. Nothing serious. The treatment—an aluminum and foam splint and ice. I guess I have still never actually broken any bones, just 2 fractures—this one and my collarbone.
So, as it stands, I can still play guitar, type on the keyboard and do most things. However, catching the finger on things, having it kicked when changing diapers, and sleeping on it don’t go so well.
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