Ouch

Somehow I managed to jam my index finger in the door today. Thought I had broken it but luckily it's just bruised, bloody sore, going a nice shade of purple. Caught it right on the first knuckle. Can't actually figure out how I managed to do it but I did.

Makes you realise how the little bits of yourself that you take for granted are so fragile. For a few minutes, until I managed to suss out that it wasn't broken, all the things that I would have trouble doing without the tip of my index finger flashed through my head. Yes, I would adapt but I'm glad I didn't have to.