| oh the sadness... |

[a blog of grievances- do not read unless you wanna hear me whine]
I believe my sadness stems from the recent dislocation of my itty bitty pinky finger...on my left hand to be exact. You would think-- yeah, shore...insignificant little bugger *poke poke* (esp on the left hand!) but it's amazing what it has been preventing me from doing... (sadness is multiplied by enjoyability factor)
[Climbing] i L-O-V-E rockclimbing. i really hoped that i could get away with just climbing with 9 fingers, but gosh darnit...all your fingers are connected, so the pull on one strains another. i feel all my fingers getting weaker by the minute (and i worked so hard before too...) my fingertips are starting to peel and my nails are long and i am sad that i cannot crank. *sigh*
[Guitar]- i am a lover of music. sometimes, i like to make my own (not too great, but it wont make your ears bleed). your left hand is unfortunately more significant than your right when playing and some chords just need that pinky. Em7 hurt me. *ouch*
[Volleyball]- one of my all time favorites (next to cleaning) but again, balls flying at your face with only your hands to protect you...yeah, you'd need healthy fingers for that. just the thought of a molten flying at me and the sheer force of it causing my finger to go sideways again...kinda scary.
[Typing]- ok, so i dont really type correctly to begin with and its not an activity that i "enjoy" but i would like to add this to my grievances. the pinky is important. I would have had to use my pinky at least 5 times in this sentence, maybe...and when i buddy tape, my ring finger types "w" before my pinky even reaches "a" (which is actually quite funny) well now i have an excuse as to why my typing sucks :P
[Basketball] isnt it funny how the one sport that caused the injury is the only sport that i can still actually play? such ironic comedy (dont ask how its ironic comedy...i dont know. it just sounded good) but yeah, i just wrap up the finger, buddy tape and im good to go. i just try not to use my left hand and catching passes is a bit tricky. (my ability to still play bball works against the sadness- otherwise i would be a depressed mess)
OH! and to top it all off, i got a bad haircut. more reason for sadness.

but! i am still alive and able to do many things and my finger will heal in time. *optimism* ...i am still thankful for life :D

the end.