I must have offended some all-seeing deity somewhere, because just days before I was to start in a basketball tourmament and take my golf game to the next level, I bust one finger on each of my hands. However, whereas the index finger I busted on Monday was feeling pretty ok by Tuesday, the pinky finger I busted on Tuesday looks like a fucking corn cob this morning and I’m having trouble moving it at all. So now I’m pulling out of the basketball and quitting golf while it heals. Plus I can’t lift weights. So it looks like I’m on the cardio workout only for the next (few) week(s).
The new consensus, from lunchtime conversation today, is that it may very well be broken. So now I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning in order for him to make the call.
Left Pinky Finger Seems OK
Ooh, I Don’t Think That’s How She’s Supposed To Look
With all luck, I slept on it weird last night and it will feel better tomorrow. Meanwhile, in reality, I expect to be fucked by this injury for awhile yet to come.