My pinky broke because of MY BROTHER!!!! NOT A PILLOW!!!!
Ok, so here's the story about a pillow who broke my pinky. Um...yeh. You don't believe it? Either do I. That's because IT DIDN'T. My brother always says it was the pillow, but of course he denied it was his fault. Here's how it happened:
My brother and I who were around 11 or so at the time, were at our grandparent's house, in their basement, having fun. He grabbed a pillow and tried to sit on me as I was holding my hands up to stop him fro sitting on me. Well, little did he know, while squishing me half to death, i guess you could say he squished my pinky to death. It hurt so bad I just jumped up and starting jumping up and down and up and down. It was the worst pain I've ever felt. All I could do was scream and cry. Grandparents thought it was sprained so they taped my pinky and ring finger together, but that didn't help any.
So I go to the doctor and he gets me a splint for my pinky. All, is good. Except for the fact the next week I go to camp and I decide to swim. Well, I swim and do handstands and all that, and I lose my splint, so I found it. I must've lost it about 3 times. Anyways, before I found it the 3rd time my parents had to make a mock splint out of a stick of wood. So they did and I go lay in the hammock. Well, next thing you know my cousin goes to push me, and in the process ends up hitting my broken pinky! That hurt, but not as bad as the last time.
Turns out it broke again, and I had to wear the splint on it for even more than I was originally going to. After I was able to stop wearing the splint, I had to bend my pinky in different places so it would be easier for me to move it. Now I can move it of course but there's this round bump of tissue on the side of my pinky. You can't really notice it, thank god, but it's still pretty annoying haha.
