Sorry. I don’t know how to make my cell phone pictures smaller.
Okay. I am officially the world’s biggest narcissist. Taking pictures of my hideous disfugurement. My self-fascination knows no bounds.
But I very possibly broke the end joint of my finger here, which, as everyone knows, IS the worst thing ever. It was 7th grade — a softball hit the tip of my finger — and the tip of this finger is swollen and purple and immobile just like softball finger so it makes me wonder. Poor Sam had a freakin’ piano fall on her and yet I CONTINUE to talk about my finger. I am disturbed.
And yet …. here comes even more:
One girl at Boheme gasped today when she saw it, because — and this is where the picture isn’t doing it justice, darnit! — my finger joints are actually colored as follows: purple/green/white. Like a long freaky candy corn, a parfait of disfugurement, a veritable sausage of pain.
Yummy.
OUCH! That looks awful! You are allowed to complain!
Hey, at least you got pictures of your disfigurement and pain! Mine’s all just in my memory 🙂 I sometimes wish I had taken pictures…
You need to take your candy-corn digits to the doctor to see if they can’t treat you somehow.