Once again, Cassie was right and I did need to go to the doctor. (I thought she deserved my saying that, because I give her all kinds of grief when she tells me to go. In fact, she was going to go with me because she thought I would just go sit at Shriver for an hour and then come back and tell her I was fine.)
My finger is broken! Yes! My middle and ring finger are taped together, which is making it practically impossible to type. I have gotten so frustrated while typing this that I had to take several breaks. I feel like one of those four-fingered cartoon characters. And I get to keep it this way for two. whole. weeks.
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