I hurt my pinky, my left pinky, finger yesterday. It was really retarded actually. Somehow in the midst of being in a hurry, I was looking in the mirror near the doorway in my bathroom and then quickly walking out while my hand was still above my abdominal area. I scraped my hand across the trim of the doorway. Not scraped as it skin peeled off and blood everywhere, scraped as in bruised the complete shit out of my pinky. It hurts like a little bitch.
I never thought my pinky would be so significant. You always talk about how if you were to get any finger cut off which finger would you sacrifice. I always chose my pinky but now, I think I'll go with the ringfinger. The pinky is on the end of your hand. Every beginning has an end, both parts equally vital. This is my dominant hand as well. I have been noticing how important my pinky is to me in daily use. It's actually quite annoying how much I'm hurting myself just using my hand. This is a different kind of pain too, not in a good way. Purple pinkys are not good.
At least it is feeling much better today than yesterday, just in time for my sign language class.
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