The wind is awesome. It slammed a door on my finger.
I feel like I can handle pain pretty well but holy $%*&# @#*$&@*#$*@ this hurt like hell. (That rhyming was unintentional) I screamed and almost hyperventilated and would have probably reacted with much more gusto had my 5 year-old not been standing two feet away.
No, it’s not broken.
Yes I blogged about this. For posterity (almost said prosperity, maybe money would actually make it feel better.)
So for now, my middle finger is out of commission and as a friendly PSA: don’t ever slam your finger in a door. You’ll regret it. I promise.