"'Tis but a scratch!"

Journey of a Fractured Pinkie
During a floor hockey game last month, some jerk hit me pretty hard with his stick. I'm a tough broad, I shook it off but I was pretty sore and bruised the next day. The littlest pressure even from writing or hole punching, I get bruised. Classic Janny: I help her team out and she ignores my pain. She is too busy to take care of her most valued player.

A week later, my pals and I were playing this crazy Korean pointing game. Janny was hitting me pretty hard on the table but she was having so much fun she ignored my pleading. I was in so much pain and I went numb. Janny was worried but hoped I would get better with time. I felt unloved.

A couple weeks went by, I was still numb but not in pain anymore. Foolishly, in attempt to occupy bored students, Janny taught them Jenkins Up. Jenkins Up, with me still numb? Is she mentally deficient or just sadistic? How could she put me through that? I have never been in so much pain in my entire life. I really left Janny know that I would not be ignored anymore.

She FINALLY took me to the doctor yesterday. The nurse told Janny to tape me up with a splint and if I'm not better by next week, I'll need X-rays. I feel better but every once in awhile I let Janny know how much she hurt me. This will not be forgotten anytime soon.