Worse yet is that when I when to get it stitched up at an EMO, the doctor on duty decided that I was having a heart attack. So, they sent by ambulance to a full-service hospital for the night. In the morning they reported that the spike in my PK1 was NOT a heart attack but the result of the trauma to my poor, forlorn digit.
As an aside, I went to high school with Rahm Emmanuel, President Obama's former chief of staff. The summer after we graduated, Rahm cut him self on a slicing machine while working at Arbie's. His middle finger became infected (not a good thing considering that Rahm's father was pediatrician) and the last two joints had to be amputated. This led Obama to say during a roast of Rahm (roast of Rahm? Arbie's? Pun not intended, but it works, so I'm sticking with it) to say that the amputation left him temporarily speechless due to Rahm's propensity for employing F-Bombs, something he learned long before he entered politics. If he gets elected mayor of Chicago, my old friend should consider a prosthetic digit to supplement his "mute" stub of a bird-flipping finger.
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