I had an out-of-towner visiting, what, 2 1/2 weeks ago and last night I finally put the futon into the upright position. It seemed like a good time because my friend and I decided to watch some terrible films from the library and that seems easier with something to lean back on. This particular futon has seen better days, with bent bits hiding below the lumpy mattress, the occasional loose bolt or nut on the carpet beneath with no indication of where it's from or how important it is. I tried to push the futon into its final position, but it was fighting me. With one final push, I got it to fall heavily into place. Onto my right pinkie finger.
I wound up bleeding on my friend's shirt (no idea how, but am now a bit of a blood stain removal master) and woke to find a small pool of blood collected at the top of the bandage, ready to overflow any second. Ew. It wasn't clotting, so I went to my favourite MediCentre to get it looked at this morning. My favourite doctor was in and he was very gentle and sympathetic to my finger plight, softly cradling my retarded mess of a finger while we discussed the disgusting future of the nail in question. I know it's hard to see, but the nail is broken in half and there are shards clinging to the cut skin. He suggested, if I don't like the feeling of the half-attached upper half, he could freeze my finger and rip it off now. I decided to wait it out. Gives me an excuse to get even more bandages; I've got about 6 boxes of different varieties, depending how cutsie I feel.
I did wind up missing class this morning to see my dreamy doctor (seriously, he has only ever worn wildly attractive ensembles when I've seen him, which is a significant number of times), which wasn't such a bad thing since my sleeping has been poor. And the bandage thing makes me look more legit than I feel, with everyone thinking it's broken. But I also can't explain in too graphic of detail what actually happened, because the mention of hanging skin and scabbing under the fingernail seems to creep a lot of people out.
In short, I need a new temporary resting place for out-of-town guests. I'm pretty sure it would be weird to have everyone sleep in my bed.
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