I Slammed my finger in the door. I mean I got it really good! Saw stars and everything. But being a busy stay-at-home mom, I don’t have time for minor mishaps. So I say a little swear under my breath and keep on moving. Well 2 hours later I can see (through my polish) my nail has turned purple as well as the bottom of my finger, and it just will not stop throbbing. I make an appointment for a few hour later with the doctor. The office is packed, our 4:40 appointment finally lets us into a room at 6 pm. I’ve got all 3 girls with me. They are being good, but if you are a parent you know how stressful a backed Drs.. office is with kids, then throw on top every time you turn around either they or you are running said damaged finger into something. I am frazzled, hungry, tired, and in pain. Doc pokes a whole in my finger nail to release the pressure at which point blood starts spurting out like a water gun. It hurts, and it’s gross. I turned a nice shade of paste, and the doc made me lie down and told me not to pass out, there was nobody there to watch my kids. Two minutes later I recover, gather my children and head home. My husband is home. I dish up dinner for girls and then go and lie down. A little bit later I hear girls telling dad about it and using words like “cool” , “awesome” and “neat” to explain the whole poking to their dad. Yuck!!!