Not Saying Much...For Once

Well, you know me. I'm a bit...long winded. But not today.

I got my fingers smashed in a door yesterday, so typing with my left hand is less than fun right now.

It was the strangest thing. I put my hand on the doorjamb to steady myself, and then I heard a really strange, hollow, echoing sound. For just a split second I though, "Hey, that's ME. I think I'm screaming!" And then I felt the pain.

You know how pain sorta comes in a wave? You can breathe through it...or not...maybe you're a breath-holder. But then the wave subsides, and it starts to feel better? Not this time. It was excruciating to the point where I couldn't physically open my eyes for a good 5 minutes.

And I'm not a crier when it comes to pain. I've cried in pain a total of 5 times in my adult life. Four of those times I was in labor. The 5th time was when I was trying to ride out the pain of my crushed fingers.

Okay. All this talking about pain is dumb 'cuz it makes it hurt more. It will probably be more pictures and less talking for the next few days (Grandma's thinking "YES!" right about now!).