The plot thickens.

So, after much discourse, I finally agreed with Hailey to go have my finger checked out by a doctor. As usual, she was right. They discovered that the bone was fractured.



Alright, no biggie right? Here is my co-pay, I'll take that ice pack and be on my way. No such luck. I was quickly fashioned with an ever-so subtle brace thing I like to call BLUE SHAME. In fact, the only place I may be able to wear this thing with my dignity still intact is at a sporting event where people just might mistake it for one of those big foam #1 hands.



"Hey everybody, we're number one! Go, fight, win!"