oke up in some pain but I thought nothing of I because injuries are always worse the day after. It was Saturday so I had a couple of days to rest my finger, by mid-afternoon my finger as throbbing like it had just been hit by a hammer. At this time I decided that I needed to go to the emergency room. My father and I hopped into the 95 Mazda 626 and of to the hospital we went. On the ride there several things were going though my mind, although I was very optimistic. At most I thought I would miss a month or so, and that was absolute tops. I got to the hospital and filled out paperwork. Actually I filled out endless pages of paperwork that was quite painful to my finger. About twenty minutes later a short, skinny blond hair nurse came out and with a soft voice said "Sheahan." I then got up and with a nervous step in my walk proceeded to the examination room. I took a seat and the nurse asked to see my finger. She gently touched my finger. With a stare that made me nervous, replied "this does not look good." With a threatened voice I said" What do you mean," she then pointed out to me that the top part of my finger was twisted to the left. My knuckle was twice the size of any other one on my finger and it had a blue color to it, the kind of blue you see when you have been bruised very badly. I had notice this before but I had failed to make a big deal of it, then the doctor walked in. He was a tall man with a thick mustache and thick brown hair. He opened his mouth and the words "how did you do this?" came out. I replied in a basketball game and he then began to take a look at my finger. He had a look of concern on his face and before I knew it I was gong to have my fingered x-rayed. I had this done which took all of ten minutes and then he returned with the results. I had been siting there in anticipation of the results. I was on the edge of my seat waiting for his return. Then the door opened slowly and the doctor walked in. He took a s...
