Be Careful What You Wish For...

To quote myself: If I was gonna break a bone, it should have at least been exciting, or drama-filled, or something. Hell, I didn't even notice when this happened. How boring.

I also made this same comment when telling people about it.

What a fucking idiot.

So, the three of us go out to R. Thomas this morning (er, afternoon) for breakfast, and I see the Aquarious in one of those put-a-quarter-in-it-and-open-the-door-and-pull-out-the-newspaper machines like they have on street corners. (Except, of course, since it's free, there were no quarters required.) Anyway, somehow, in the process of trying to get the paper out, the door snaps shut on my left pinky finger.

Um. Just fucking OW.

So, OK, no x-ray to back it up, but my professional opinion is that it is, in fact, broken. All the usual symptoms, much reduced by use of arnica, as directed by Pam, my therapist/teacher, who's used homeopathy for years. I'm going to Resurgens tomorrow, so I'll see about getting proof, but, in the meantime, I had the noticable drama-filled break I practically begged the Universe for.

Did I mention I'm a fucking idiot?