Grace vs. Car part 2
My dear little car has taken another swipe at me for the week: It viciously grabbed my pinky and held it fast whilst I shut the door as I was going into my tutoring session. It's really hard to be professional with a red, teary face and a flat, white and purple finger. Especially when you're just coming in to say, yeah, I can't work today. They filled a baggie with snow for me as a makeshift icepack and I left. They were very sweet and offered to drive me wherever I needed to go, but it wasn't wholly practical.

I drove down to my doctor's office and showed off my dented finger, and then waited an hour for the doctor to poke my pinkie for five minutes. I spent most of the time twitching in a chair in the exam room, wondering if it was really worth being there, as the finger in question was more or less numb from being iced for a really long time, and no longer quite so flat. I have a gift for deciding that all of my suffering is subject to choice, include that which involves aggravated nerve endings.

In the end, the doctor splinted it, put a band-aid on the small skin break and then asked when I'd last had a tetanus shot. The upside of getting a tetanus shot paired with something like this is that you really don't notice it.

I suppose the real story underlying the battle with the car is the foul moods I've let it get me into. Although, today at least, ibuprofen and food have done a fair bit to improve that.

And, still, one of the bigger questions remains unanswered: will I be able to knit with the splint on?

Still, this week's scores so far: Car 2, Grace 0