I can certainly relate to a mashed finger. A few weeks ago I was moving some rather large landscape rocks from my trailer to the back yard to be used as a retaining wall. I was lifting by hand each rock from the pallet into the loader. I had made about 4 trips to the back yard and was getting tired (one of those hot southern summer days). I decided to just lift the rocks up on edge and drop them into the bucket as this seemed easier. I had leather gloves on, but on one ocassion, I must have had my right little finger resting on the edge of a rock when the one I lifted to let drop into the bucket, dropped right on my finger. I recall hearing a strange noise as it hit. I sure didn't want to take that glove off (was afraind of what I'd see). I did, and sure enough, the finger was dangling and bleeding like a stuck hog. I went into the house put a wet towel on it and considered my options. Only one thing to do. Call wife. Hey hon, can you help me out here? I mashed my little finger. She came home from work early and after about 8 hours later we came home from the emergency room where they had put it back together. Man talk about sore, Still hurts but the doctor said those crushed little pieces of bone will attach back together in time. the nail is what they used as something to sew the other pieces to. Talk about hurt, a week later when they removed the stitches, ouch. Much better now, but I guarantee I'll be more careful next time.
