So, Tuesday I had a relief society meeting. It was after a couple of long days with E filled with crying from both of us. The meeting was fun, and besides being afraid to drive in the dark Virginian roads, I made it home safe.
I gather all of my things and get out of the car. Then I closed the door. Now, I honestly don't remember where my hand was exactly or why. The only thing I can think is that I had my right hand leaning against the car as support because I was close to the grass and there's a few inch difference between the grass and the driveway. The ground is higher than the driveway.
Next thing I know is that my hand is stuck in the door. Bad mistake? Besides leaning against the car, I tried to wiggle freely hand free when my brain was trying to tell me to just unlock it and pull my hand out.
Our car is a manual lock. We don't have a key fob. So I have to physically unlock the door with my left hand, open it with my left, and then pull my right hand out and relock it and close the door.
When my thumb was stuck, it was just the tip. And it didn't hurt like you would think. It just felt like a bunch of pressure. Now it hurts like the dickens.
Anyways, so I run into the house, take off one boot and then go to find J so he can help me take care of it. He touches it to make sure it's not broken. He didn't think it was. The nail hurts too much for me to know if the tip is broken or not.
I ice it, but didn't get much sleep. So, now it's a day and a half later, still swollen, black and purple and hurts like heck whenever it gets touched.
Moral of the story, don't get in a fight or careless with car doors.
Night of.
The next morning
Ombré
24 hours
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