My God Forsaken Fingers

So I basically chopped up the tips of my fingers on my right hand, except my pinkie, like fifteen minutes ago via air conditioner fan. They are currently wrapped and throbbing under bandages. I was pressing on the styrofoam casing shroud, because the drum fan was rubbing on it, to diagnose the problem and my finger slipped on the styrofoam right above the fan and my first three fingers got their pads torn asunder like arugula. I immediately yanked my fingers from the machine and hid them behind my back. Whenever you cover your hand with your other hand or grab your face or your knee immediately after an injury this is s sign that something bad just happened. Especially if you can barely bring yourself to look at it afterwards. I am not squeamish so I looked right away. It looked like a held a .22 across my finger tips and pulled the trigger. How could I be writing you ask. Well, I don't think it's set in yet that my fingers are totally fucked for at least a month.

I always thought to myself how stupid could someone be to stick their fingers in a snow blower or under a lawn mower, now I know. I consider it more of a temporary lapse in judgement resulting in catastrophic injury. It is a very effective learning tool this pain thing.