Thanks Par, but it seems that this pain will haunt me for the rest of my life. Think Dante.

Sounds like you could use this, Al:

I wished time would heal all... some pains just never seem to go away.

um... sea urchins need to breathe too?

it looks like something somebody made out of random leftovers at the bottom of the craft drawer. very pretty.

huh, so apparently this is a real sea-urchin:



Why does it need so many nipples?

I dunno, Paras. I never got it checked out. It hurt a hell of a lot for a month or so if I made a fist with that hand. And when I did make a fist, it was like a little piece of bone stuck up under my skin on the back of my hand approximately an inch below my index-finger knuckle. It never bruised too badly, but when I bent my finger like that, something hard would stick up (like I said) and make a little bump on the back of my hand. I assumed it was a small portion of the bone being broken??? I could be wrong.

Either way, now it's fixed.

Time heals all. hahaha

or...inflammatory views?

Sorry for the terrible spelling. I blame work.

Inflamitory views?

Glad to see his inflammatory views on Comparative Literature didn't faze you at all, Mary.

You think you fractured a metacarpal, Tay? Did you get it checked out at all? I think you'd know if it was. Seems it would be hard to use your hand at all with a fracture there.

This guy ended up aiming for a head, missing, and hitting the floor. Amazingly, he had no fracture, just a postero-radial dislocation of his proximal fifth metacarpal. All that basically means that after we filled his arm with local anaesthetic, my preceptor and the resident pulled on his elbow and fingers respectively, and I pushed the metacarpal back into place (which feels about pleasant as it sounds.)

Good times.

At the bar minding my own business?

That's exactly how I got rolled by a bouncer at Hudson's on Whyte last winter. Assholes.

On the plus-side, by the end of the whole event, he got it worse than I did. I think I took one good punch to the face (which left my nose a little sore) and I think I fractured the metacarpal below my index finger by trying to block some of his punches (dude is a kickboxer apparently). Other than that, I got off scot-free. The bouncer on the other hand had a pitcher smashed on his head along with large chunks of ice before the manager pulled him into the bar and locked the door behind him.