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Once upon a time at 8:55 in the morning, our protagonist was biking to her last final of the semester (Carbons!). Ahead of her she spotted a person. She failed to entirely spot the pillar. Swerving out of the way of the person, she promptly smashed her hand into the large cement pillar.
This hurt.
She had scrapped her index and middle finger and mashed the rest of it some. Now, our protagonist while studying for that last final had acquired a grand total of 2.5 hours of sleep the night before. This, combined with her recently acquired injuries left her in a less then happy state.
Kindly passer-bys helped her lock up her bike but she casually waved away other offers of assisstance. After all, scrapping things up a little bit is not something for excessive amounts of concern.
Finding herself a wee bit lightheaded from the crash and sight of blood on her fingers she sat down with her head between her legs until she felt slightly more at ease. By this point students had gone on their merry way and the sidewalks were more or less deserted. She managed to bandage the two bleeding fingers and was sitting there regaining her composure before going to class when a kindly professor wandered by and offered his assistance as well.
She explained the situation and said she would be on her way and was doing all right.
The professor then started asking her what day it was, what class she was going to and before he got much further she interrupted to say she was "A4" and hadn't hit her head.
She then headed into class only 5 minutes late. There she took the multiple choice half of the carbons final in approximately half the alloted time due to a combination of adrenaline and no desperate desire to double check her work.
She used the remaining time to all on the aid of a good friend who came down and helped her splint her hand before the second half of the test. At this point it appeared she had full range of motion in her fingers and so had probably only banged up the rest of her hand.
Our protagonist then finished the second half of the test and went to lunch. Her hand still felt a little bit off though, and remembering the last time she'd broken a finger, she started to get a bit concerned.
Her kind friend once more came to her assistance, poking at her hand and providing her with an actual SAM splint while she figured out what she was going to do.
Like all sensible people who get broken, she called home to ask her mother what to do. In the protagonist's case this was particularly helpful, since her mother was in fact a doctor. To make an even longer story shorter, her mother mis-diagnosed by one finger which metatarsel (carpel - Lori is confused) she had broken. Pur protagonist went in, got an x-ray, a tetnus shot (!) and a temporary cast and was sent home.
She then explained this story about a bazillion times to the lounge and everybody else until she could hijack another good friend into typing it out in livejournal for her.
Thanks go out to Steve and Rachel for playing the roles of good friends in this story and both have my thanks for the assistance rendered.
ps: no matter what you hear I did not punch the pillar in rage, nor to get out of taking the carbons test. :)
This hurt.
She had scrapped her index and middle finger and mashed the rest of it some. Now, our protagonist while studying for that last final had acquired a grand total of 2.5 hours of sleep the night before. This, combined with her recently acquired injuries left her in a less then happy state.
Kindly passer-bys helped her lock up her bike but she casually waved away other offers of assisstance. After all, scrapping things up a little bit is not something for excessive amounts of concern.
Finding herself a wee bit lightheaded from the crash and sight of blood on her fingers she sat down with her head between her legs until she felt slightly more at ease. By this point students had gone on their merry way and the sidewalks were more or less deserted. She managed to bandage the two bleeding fingers and was sitting there regaining her composure before going to class when a kindly professor wandered by and offered his assistance as well.
She explained the situation and said she would be on her way and was doing all right.
The professor then started asking her what day it was, what class she was going to and before he got much further she interrupted to say she was "A4" and hadn't hit her head.
She then headed into class only 5 minutes late. There she took the multiple choice half of the carbons final in approximately half the alloted time due to a combination of adrenaline and no desperate desire to double check her work.
She used the remaining time to all on the aid of a good friend who came down and helped her splint her hand before the second half of the test. At this point it appeared she had full range of motion in her fingers and so had probably only banged up the rest of her hand.
Our protagonist then finished the second half of the test and went to lunch. Her hand still felt a little bit off though, and remembering the last time she'd broken a finger, she started to get a bit concerned.
Her kind friend once more came to her assistance, poking at her hand and providing her with an actual SAM splint while she figured out what she was going to do.
Like all sensible people who get broken, she called home to ask her mother what to do. In the protagonist's case this was particularly helpful, since her mother was in fact a doctor. To make an even longer story shorter, her mother mis-diagnosed by one finger which metatarsel (carpel - Lori is confused) she had broken. Pur protagonist went in, got an x-ray, a tetnus shot (!) and a temporary cast and was sent home.
She then explained this story about a bazillion times to the lounge and everybody else until she could hijack another good friend into typing it out in livejournal for her.
Thanks go out to Steve and Rachel for playing the roles of good friends in this story and both have my thanks for the assistance rendered.
ps: no matter what you hear I did not punch the pillar in rage, nor to get out of taking the carbons test. :)
