The other day we had quite a good rainstorm here. We really need the rain, and it finally broke the streak of hot weather. A month of every day being over 38C (100F) was getting old to say the least. But this house was designed by someone unfamiliar with the area and/or didn't grasp the concept of weather prevention and high energy costs. In plan language: when it rains here it's still wwarm enough to need the windows open, but windy enough to need something to stop the rain getting in the house.
As a result of the poor design of this house, we wound up closing some windows so that we didn't wind up with water damage on everything.
Side note: did you know that sash windows are evil dangerous things out to take revenge on the human race?
Seriously, the last 2 houses we've rented have had sash windows. What is the fascination with these things? They don't ever work properly, they break easily, and they try to kill people! Abolish the sash windows!
So, I realized after the rain had moved on that the windows were still closed. I braced myself to open them because sometimes when I open them it feels more like I'm pushing myself into the ground rather than lifting a window. Heck, when I close them I have to put all my weight on them and I'm not a small person! I managed to open one without death and dismemberment, so I moved to the second.
As I lifted, my hand slipped. As my hand slipped I felt the pain of a nail breaking. I've always had long nails and when you have long nails, occasionally they break. Occasionally, when a nail breaks, it hurts for a bit. This time it was hurting quite badly. Sometimes they break down at the quick- where the nail is actually attached to the finger- and that really hurts, so I just sat on the couch and held my finger waiting for the pain to subside. I never actually looked at it, though.
Until Steve asked what happened. He was in the kitchen so I walked in, still holding my finger, still not looking, and made the big reveal, and then promptly feeling light headed and slightly nauseous. It had indeed broken past the quick. About half way down.
The worst part is, it didn't actually rip off. It only ripped about 3/4 of the way across. So every time it's touched, it feels like my finger is exploding. Typing is proving to be quite tricky at the moment, and this post is taking significantly longer to write than usual. At least today it's a bit better. I did the damage on Sunday evening, and yesterday every time the wind blew on my finger I would scream and throw up a little. At least today I only squeak when I hit it with a bit of force, but I'm not throwing up today.
Yesterday, Steve and I tried to cut the nail to stop it from catching on things. Bad idea. I finally just wrapped a bandaid around the stupid thing. Maybe in another day or so I'll try to trim the nail.
But right now, the act of typing this has made it really start to ache, so I think I'll go play a game to get my mind off my finger before I start to do some work. We now have the start of our business license! We still have to file in at least one, possibly 2 other counties, file for our Federal and State tax things, get some sort of permit thing for State tax, and probably a billion other things, but it's a start!
Edited: sorry for the typos. It's hard to type with this damn finger!
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