Three weeks ago, at four o'clock in the morning, my housemates, a few other friends and I decided to go to the park near our house to walk the dogs, play in the playground and kick an Australian rules football around. As most of us all heard in the past, it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Unfortunately, that someone that night just so happened to be me.
I was on the swing, trying to relive my childhood and go as high as I possibly can. And of course, when one goes as high as one possibly could the only logical thing to do at four o'clock in the morning is to jump of the swing, right? So I did. The only thing I forgot to do is check if all my body parts would come with me as I try for a brief moment to soar across the vast nothingness, also known as the 3 feet of space directly in front of the swing.
Alas! (hahaha) I jumped off only to realize while I was in mid-air that the little finger in my right hand was stuck in one of the links of the chain. Thus, my so called booboo. Oops! Because of that eventful night, I now have to wear a splint on my finger for the next four weeks as I almost broke my finger. Doctors say and x-rays show that I successfully ruptured my tendons and fractured the middle bone on my finger diagonally and the two halves of that bone are connected by a very thin piece of bone. Thankfully, because the doctor said if that connection wasn't there I'd have to get screws through the pieces to hold my finger together.
Oh well! At least I had a blast, right? So at night before you sleep, when you ask whoever your soul to keep, give a shoutout for my booboo that it'll be better soon. =D
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
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