If I could only say that it happened as I was descending a three-metre swell while a few kms offshore competing in the inaugural around New Zealand kayak race; or fighting off a 30-kilo possum terrorizing the local neighbourhood.
Sigh. You know how tough it is trying to fit that last corner of the fitted sheet, when you're stretching it over and down? Well, it's not only tough but down right dangerous! Dang thing sprang back at me, and... well, you can see for yourself the damage inflicted.
A mallet finger--but in the technical sense, the extensor tendon's been separated from the muscles keeping that wee tip functional. I have a droop a Viagra ad agency would love to get their hands on.
I see a Duke orthopaedic surgeon on Thursday, but after heading directly to urgent care straight after the... accident, with three x-rays to show for my plight, it looks as though I'm wearing a splint full time for six weeks, and just at night for another six weeks.
At least the 24 hours of some agony has passed by in an ibrubrofen-induced haze, and no pain felt at all now. I'm hoping that's a good sign.