lower case letters, and the current state of my pinky.

yes, that was an actual picture of my pinky. yes, using only one hand shall i record this entry, hence the gramatical errors. and yes, the plastic surgeon triumphantly put humpty dumpty back together again. thank god.

as told, after work on friday i take the trip home. after a day of my parents showering my largely unemployed self with new shoes/suit/etc, i head over to the neighbors party. later, after i return home, i decide to close a door in such a manner as to not use the handle.

everybody does it, so i wanted to beat the cliche.

bad idea. pinky went into hinge. pinky was destroyed.

you must be thinking, how stupid!? i couldn't agree more.

was told be e.r. bone was probably broken, tendon damage, and i would be nail-less for eternity. goodbye hand modeling.

my finger then 'marinaded' if you will - allowing swelling to go down over 3 day period.

then, my savior, sanjay gupta . . . or a plastic surgeon figure generally fitting his profile + mustache. but mustaches only lend further credibility so i was sold.

approx 20 stitches and one minor surgery later, not only am i once again a real boy, but will also have a fully intact finger, plus nail.

that is the story. not glorious. not flattering. if you can stomach it, more pictures to come.