Broken (fractured) (pinky) finger

Dodgeball is a rough sport.

Admittedly, it's not a contact sport, but only in the sense that your body doesn't physically come into contact with another person's body. Instead, your body, or parts thereof, comes into contact with a large dense ball travelling at you at roughly the speed of light.

If you're lucky, you will manage that avoid said ball. If you're really lucky, you'll catch the ball and get the person who threw it at you out. In one particular instance, this past Tuesday evening, I was attempting the latter scenario, but instead ended up creating scenario number 3: Trying to catch the ball but failing miserably and fracturing my pinky finger.

Now of course, being a guy, I did not immediately declare to everyone : "I just inadvertantly fractured my finger!" and walk off to the bench in shame. Rather, displaying the typical guy mentality towards injury, I thought to myself "It's just a sprain" and I kept playing.

Ever since then, I have been making appointments and waiting in waiting rooms. Tomorrow, I have an appointment at the Ottawa General Hospital at 8:00am for a follow-up consultation with Dr. Benoit.

Preface

So, I'm starting a blog.

This isn't my first endeavour into the world of recording my thoughts.

I used to keep a diary when I was younger. I used to write in it every night before going to bed, usually about what I did that day. Typical entry - "Today, I fried some ants with my magnified glass..."

It was a little hardbound book, about the size of my hand, with a little lock and a little key for the little lock.

As I recall, I lost the key fairly quickly, then the lock broke, and soon after that, the book started to break apart too. I often wonder what happened to that diary...