Finger Baby

You may know that I have an awesome bump on my right ring finger. It is the product of an injury involving a fence around a tennis court in college. The injury was then misdiagnosed by a not-so-awesome nurse practitioner who decided to aggressively treat it at as a wart. The injury responded by growing huge amounts of scar tissue - quite similar to a keloid. Anyway, now it is a big ugly bump that has nearly completely destroyed my nail. I haven't found the solution yet. It has been removed with surgery, and I've even tried acupuncture. And there the finger bump stays.

So last night, I walked upstairs, and Smurfette Hermeson was on the living room floor. She was apparently involved in some sort of "fight" with Corky McAbelas. She was yelling something about "baby" and "no" and "get that away from me." She then instructed me to look at Corky's toe - "Look, he has a baby growing out of his toe!!" So I looked, and it did have a lovely bump growing out of it. Corky said that he thought it might be a wart.

So I showed the finger bump off to Smurfette. She gave a high shriek and ran from the room as fast as she could. I couldn't help but start to laugh as she stood down the hallway looking at me; it reminded me of that distasteful look that my old Moni the cat would give me after I had the audacity to brush her. A look of, "What is wrong with you? Why would you subject me to such horror?"

It seemed like a slight overreaction to me, but then again, I am forced to look at the finger bump every day. And, even I can't really say that I'm used to it. I'd very much like it to be gone. Corky attributed the growth "babies" to getting older, as Smurfette is the youngest one in the house, who possibly has not experienced the fun parts of aging. I'm not sure though; my finger baby has been going for a good 10 years now. Either way, the finger bump leads to my embarrassment once again.