I jammed my left ring finger while warming up at volleyball last Wednesday, and while it was swollen and bruised and definitely sore, I assumed it was just a little sprain. When the bruising spread down my finger and onto my palm over the weekend I decided to have it checked out. One ER visit and several x-rays later, I'm the proud wearer of a very annoying splint, and I'm scheduled to see a hand specialist later in the week. I have a lovely fracture, and I get to look forward to an arthritic knuckle in my old age.
At least I'm not alone. My friend Mark recently broke his thumb and met me at Argo after my ER visit for some tea and sympathy (literally).