Well, the move has claimed its first victim, me…and a bone in my middle finger.
I was moving boxes from my car into the house last night when I stumbled and slammed my left hand into the door jam. It hurt pretty bad but I didn’t think much of it. This morning, I woke up to pain and swelling and increasing difficulty in bending my fingers.
One of my co-workers, Lily, found a doc in the box for me and I went to get checked out. Thinking of course there was no way they were broken.
My ring finger hurts the most and looks the worst but it’s my middle finger that’s broken.
Thank God, I’m right handed but I never realized how much I use my left hand. So steering is tricky and typing is impossible.