Perhaps this is Hashem’s way of punishing me for going out with my mother last night to see the lights… including this incredible display where they are collecting money for Sick Kids hospital (yes, we gave, and by we, I mean, we put in some of my mother’s money, because I left my wallet at home).
Because then we got home, got out of the car, I let Naomi out, grabbed her carseat and slammed the door… on my fingertip. Which was just about the most intensely painful thing I can remember, including breaking my ankle.
I ran up the driveway and wept, just howled, until I was too cold and had to move inside, where I ran it under cold water, howling and crying and snotting everywhere.
It still hurts – a lot. Trust me when I say no photo can do it justice. It looks like I purpled my finger with marker. Drat!
Sympathy accepted here.
Owie! Refuah Shleimah. There is nothing wrong with looking at other people's decorations and appreciating attractiveness as long as it done with respect and not envy.
ReplyDeleteNicely said. I ought to go "visit" some of my favourite Jewish bloggers while the rest of the world takes a break today... :-)
ReplyDeleterefuah shleimah, but what a dedicated blogger you are, blogging with an injured finger
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Ouch!! Refuah shleimah, looks plenty sore enough to me!
ReplyDeleteI can just imagine how bad that must have hurt! Ouch! Hope it feels better soon! We still enjoy looking at other people's lights too.
ReplyDeleteRefuah shelaima ouch!!
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