Thursday, February 12, 2009

Sausage Fingers

I went out for a run yesterday with our dog Jocelyn, which I have done a few times now, but I will no longer do.
About half mile into the run she got spooked by someone walking towards us and ran underneath my feet.
Falling forward I tried to splay my hands out in front of me but my right hand didn't make it.
I landed on my hand with fingers pointed down. My 190 lb. body bent my fingers backwards on my hand in excruciating pain.
Even now, a day later, my fingers and hand are bruised and swollen, and I can't make a fist. I am 99% sure there are no broken bones, but the sausage fingers are annoying me, and I am constantly thinking about breakfast.

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