Did you finger my Karma?
So back about oh 12 years ago my older sister slammed her finger in the car door as we arrived to my grandmother’s house and she eagerly dashed out the car. Well little evil me I laughed because that is well the sibling thing to do laugh when the other one who may I mention is habitually mean to you and makes you eat all sort of random sigusting things and chases you around with Easter grass which she knows your afraid of! But that is another story.
Anyways I’ll never forget getting “the look” from my grandmother to hush up my giggling or my sister screaming as my grandmother took her to the bathroom to get her ‘fixed up’ Well yesterday evening after getting home from dinner with my older Sister I was walking up the stairwell to my apartment because I hate taking the elevator and especially hate that awkwardness of being with strangers in a elevator. I was lugging my purse and a case of water also with me, and well as I reached my floor and was eager to put the heavy load I was hauling down I reached for the door handle. The door opened for me a crack, and I decided to test out my cat like reflexes,turns out I have none. The door slammed shut right on my ring finger turning my nail initially a light purple color.
At first the pain wasn’t much more than that caused from a headache but fast forward a few hours and I’m awoken with the urge to scream at the top of my lungs given that it is roughly 4:00AM I opt for silently running through my dictionary of cuss words and making a “Ooooh” sound over and over again. My figner has swelled three times its size and my nail is now black which ironically is one of my favorite shades to wear (my optimistic moment :) I am now saved time from having to paint that one nail) Well that morning I fell asleep with a bag of frozen green beans next to my head where I had my swollen appendage nestled underneath.
Long story short, I would like to take this moment to say sorry Mar Mar for laughing at you when we were kids. This shit sucks.
