I was proud that I made it to work today. I made it there on time at 5am. At 5:15 I was pushing a hangar door open by myself. I should have had help. But I wanted to make myself proud. Anyway, my left ring finger ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. It ripped off the tip and part of the bone. They couldn't save it because the top knuckle was destroyed. So, tomorrow morning they are gonna cut it off just below the top knuckle. I was upset, but I'm over it now. Especially since I got some pretty good pain meds.
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