Ouch, that hurt...

I finished painting my mom's bedroom yesterday, and I was going to put the cover plates back on the wall outlets. So I went out to my pickup, which is where my toolbox was, to get a screwdriver. Having retrieved said screwdriver, I was lost in my thoughts as I closed the door... on my left index finger. Let me just take a moment to elaborate on what went though my head as this happened;

nothing...

Nothing at all. There was no thought to speak of. There was just a huge impulse of pain that shot from my finger through my arm, up into my head, rampaged through my brain, waylaying every single conscious thought like a stampeding elephant, and finally bursted out of my mouth in the form of a loud F-bomb. I couldn't stop it, it just flew out.

The damage, while painful, was not too extensive. My fingernail was broken off half way up, but was still hanging on by a small piece of quick, which I couldn't pull off, because that hurt too much. I had to use a razor blade to slice it off. That hurt also, but not as bad as the pulling. Fortunately the root of my nail is still there, so it should grow back normally. I hope.

Wanna' see a picture!?! Okay!