This may or may not have been alcohol related.
I slammed my finger in our front door last night.
Finger: Hurt all night long.
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I'm Kiala Kazebee and I made this blog for you because you smell so nice - like fresh laundry.
I live in Portland, OR with my husband Dane Hesseldahl and I write words for people who send me money in the mail. I have a problem with anxiety and with people who type "loose" instead of "lose".
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14 comments
Um, ouch?
What is Jenna doing these days? I miss her compassionate ass.
Dude that does NOT look okay. Are you sure it’s not broken?
Oh Jenna! She would know how to fix this!
It might be broken…but I have an interview I have to conduct at noon, so no time for doctors. I’m just walking it off.
What Arielle said.
My stepson slammed his in our car door about a year ago and it turned out he busted a piece off the tip of one of the little finger bones. You should have it checked before you’re stuck trying to figure out how to get by without being able to type ‘P’ or hit ‘enter’ and ’shift.’
Seriously? But that’s how I look at Porn!
looks like it smarts.
the vegan diet is blunting your reflexes.
Ouch!
Are you sure that you are nutritionally up to handling an injury of this magnitude? Just wondering….
You are gonna die, for sure.
Can I have your blog if you do?
It’s going to hurt for a lot longer than one night. And it’s never going to work right again.
That’s supportive, right? I’m not sure if I’m doing it right.
No dying, who will show us how to prepare prepared foods?
I’ve done this to every finger I have (that’s ten!) except for one; my left ring finger escaped the break. They seem to hurt worse each time, or I’m more like a weenie each time.
FUCK!
It that what you said when it happened?
That’s what I would have said.
That looks really bad. I’m serious. Time to call the doctor.
Yikes.
Pinkies don’t deserve this.
Seriously, it does look broken. You might want to consider seeing an orthopedic doc who specializes in hand injuries. When I broke my finger, I made the mistake of seeing my then primary care doc, and she gave me terrible advice–buddy tape it my butt. By the time I saw a specialist, who subsequently sent me to physical therapy ($1700, thank you very much) it was too late to undo the damage done by not keeping my finger joints moving. I should have listened to my neighbors, athletes who know a thing or two about injuries, but nooo, I listened to THE DOCTOR. Now it’s been over a year, and not only is my finger permanently screwed up, I’m pretty sure it’s too late to sue her.
(The injury was caused when our dog Pumpkin–one of Megan’s former foster pups–lunged at a dog walking past our house and my finger got tangled in the leash. It wasn’t really her fault: I should have been paying better attention. I knew it was broken right away. Jesus, that hurt. I only wish I’d been drunk.)
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