My finger hurts damn it!

As some of you know I play floor hockey on Monday nights. No, I’m not nearly in good enough shape to attempt this every week but I do and I have to admit my defence skills are now at a level where I can no longer pass the ball to the opposing team or score on my team. That’s pretty fearsome in my opinion.

I wasn’t going to play last night because my knees have been bothering me. This happens occasionally and it is due to the fact that I dislocated my knees as a child. It’s a long story. Anyway, I decided to show up for the game despite my sore knees because if I didn’t the other two women on the team would have to play the entire 50 minutes. If I was there at least we could rotate until my knees gave way.

I show up and we start playing and my knees are doing great. I’m lunging, stopping, checking and being an all around kick ass defence player. Until I have a collision with a guy who is about my size but pure muscle (which I am not) and I’m not sure exactly what happens but I hear a loud CRACK and pain is shooting up my arm coming from my index finger. Of course I let out a banshee wail because I’m over dramatic like that. Game stops and I’m convinced my finger is broken. After running to the bathroom and running cold water under it I realize that it’s not broken, just badly smashed. I assume that is the technical term for it.

It starts to turn purple and swells but after a while I decide I can play the game with my index finger sticking out while I grip the stick with the rest of my digits. I didn’t want the two other girls to have to play the rest of the 45 minutes without anyone to switch off with. My swollen finger got hit a few more times but not as badly. I was a trooper folks. I played the rest of that 50 minute game in our regular shifts, despite a large and grotesque mashed finger. Yes we lost by two goals but considering the odds on the teams and the number of players on both we did very very well.

It’s funny, after bashing my finger my knees hardly hurt at all.

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