I managed to whack a doorframe as I reached for a light switch last night and popped the top knuckle in my thumb. Now, I will admit that I’m a finger-popper. I always have been. The way I figure it is, arthritis runs in my family anyway, so cracking my knuckles occasionally isn’t going to affect it one way or another. (Besides, I’ve read plenty of articles that say that finger-popping causes arthritis is an old wives’ tale, anyway.)

However, I don’t pop my top knuckles, just the ones that connect my fingers to the palm of my hand. So, when I hit my thumb on the doorframe and felt that joint go POW, it hurt like #*$&(#@$%*_!@#. It still aches this morning, even. 😦  I know it isn’t broken, because I can still use it, and it isn’t discolored or swollen, but it aches awfully. Typing seems to be ok – doesn’t make it ache any worse, but I keep re-hurting it when I do something simple like pick up my coffee mug or put my purse strap over my shoulder.

Waah. Welcome to my pity party.