Smashed

Today's trip to Wal-Mart ended with me crying in the automotive office. I managed to smash my pinky and ring finger in the door of the automotive department on the way to the parking lot with my cart full of groceries and Davy in his sling. I actually had to use my other hand to remove my finger from the door. I still don't know exactly what happened and how it was possible to wedge my finger in the door, but I did it. It was one of those straws through a tree thing.
Anyways, it is gross, and painful, but I am surviving. I just got nothing done today other than the grocery shopping, but that is okay, I am not permanently maimed, and even if one metatarsal is broken, it isn't dislocated, so all I can do is splint it. Which I am doing.
Don't look at the pictures if it grosses you out, but I, the sick freak, wanted to share! haha!