So, today I wore a splint-y thing on my pinkie cause I think I have a hairline fracture in there.
I was gesticulating madly as I got into my hunny's car about a month ago. Who knows what story I was telling! Waving my right hand in the air, I shoved my pinkie head-on into the door frame. And it hurt. Big time. But I mistakenly assumed that it would stop.
So five weeks later
twice I've banged it against the gear shift in my car - ow - ow
and twice I've wrenched it away from the rest of my hand - ow - ow
I'm using the backspace like never before because I only have use of parts of my right hand. Instead of a ring finger and pinkie, I have this weird morph of the two: a ringkie finger. It's enormous and useless and just sticks off the side of my hand inappropriately.
It's not good for typing.
Or anything involving fingers.
I went to school today wearing my splint. Of course, my kids were horrified.
Kid: What happened to your hand?! look on face of complete mortification.
Me: I hit it against my car and it hurts sometimes, so I put a splint on it.
Other Kid: Does it hurt?
Me: Not much. Only if I hit it on something.
Third Kid: Did you break it?
Me: No, I'm just trying to protect it so it can heal right.
Fourth Kid: Does it hurt?
Me: repeating Not really. Only if I hit it on something.
Kid enters classroom, tardy: Ms. Beltran! What happened to your hand?! picture hands and face like McCauley Caulkin in Home Alone - AAAAAGGGGHHHH!
Other Kid: She broke it.
Oh, my children are good listeners.
It happened several times during the day that the kids made up reasons for my 'broken finger'.
My favorite? "I'm gonna tell my mom you got in a fight with a school box and you lost!"
hahahaha kids are silly.
Today is the last day for my Teacher's Notebook Sale! Go grab some cheap stuff!