Hullo!

Okay, so, the other day, some shit went down. Think it was on tuesday. I argued over a glass, it broke in my hand, tearing it open and fractured mannny nerves and the tendon making me able to clutch my pinky-finger.

I was bleeding like hell, the cut was really deep, a bit too deep for my acquired tastes, and I could see this brown/beige stuff bulge out - kind of looked like a sponge. It was FRIGGIN GROSS, still creeping me out. But, yeah, I went to the medical thingy in Ski (by taxi with a gaping crack in my hand - not the best experience, I must say), and they said "Ho, ho, ho, go to Oslo in the morrow", and so I went. There they checked me out and stuff, and FINAlly gave me some anesthesia. I started laughing and woke up some seconds later with a biiig, hard bandage around my hand. Hours had magically passed. It was awesome! I'll be wearing the bandage for four weeks, and once every hour I'm awake, I've got to practice these excruciating bends with the damaged finger TWENTY FRIGGIN TIMES. meeeeeeh.

So now you know. Lulul ^^


PS. Not being able to bend your finger feels a lot more dreadful than it sounds. A LOT.