Earlier this week I was moving some lumber and drooped a piece on my own finger (you know for shits and giggles). Well not really drooped, but it fell on my finger as I fell on some ice. While this pain was happening I realized something; it really hurt like in a blinding painful way.
Now I have had some painful stuff happen to me: fell from a hay loft, landed 15 feet down on a wooden wagon with ten bails of hay on me, had my arm gashed open down to the muscle, heck one time I even had a ice sickle go thought my lip and knock out my teeth.
As painful as those instances sound, the pain from my finger felt so much worse. When it happened I was thinking I would rather have had one of those other things happen instead. Looking back I don't because most of those involved stitches, which I end up pulling them out because I have a problem taking it easy.
The situation did anger me because I realized that the little pains like a smashed finger and stubbed toes hurt me-I don't know about you-more than some of the bigger things. You have to admit waking up in the middle of the night and stubbing your toe really sucks ass. Nothing better to piss you off than to wake up to your toe being jammed on the corner of a door.
Now you may be wondering what this has to do with anything, honestly I don't know, I just smashed my finger and am pissed about it.
I know some of you are thinking "what a big pussy to be writing about his little smashed finger" you can say that, only if I get to drop a piece of lumber on your finger while your falling on ice. Then by all means you can call me a pussy, or other various names of choice.
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