Day 246 -- black nail

In early June, I slammed my finger in the door when leaving my office. Now, I do know how to close a door. However, on this day, I was using my left hand due to an injury to my right wrist and just didn't have the spacial distance clear in my brain as I closed the door behind me. At the time, I could not breathe -- not even enough to let loose with some word or phrase that might seem appropriate to the situation. The base of the nail was bleeding, so I went to hold it under the cold water tap. I wrapped it in paper towel and went to ask the admin assistant if she could put on a bandage for me. It felt sort of odd, since it was the middle finger of my left hand. I will admit I giggled many times when I looked at the bandaged hand.

So -- 3 months onward. The blackened nail is still half there. It isn't fully attached to the skin and moves oddly -- semi-nauseating to be honest. I've taken to wearing a bandage most of the time to avoid catching the nail on something and tearing away what is left. The nail will leave, but I'd rather this happen without external assistance to avoid further pain and bleeding -- go figure.  <smile>  New nail is growing underneath, but it isn't a full nail yet so hasn't detached the old nail completely.  The blackness of the old nail has pretty much gone so it isn't too ugly to look at now.

For listening to what some might feel is an overshare, I have another treat for you. A rather obnoxious song that has run around my head for three months. It just seemed to be the appropriate song for this situation and made me giggle -- well for the first line or two and then it can become a bit much. I've heard some people say that music from the 1960s really was music -- well, this may be the exception to that thought. (dare I say it?) Enjoy!

Surfin' Bird -- Bird is the Word -- The Trashmen