large blunt needle

yesterday i was going to be joining some friends for boot camp. i was excited because it was going to be challenging and with 3 awesome ladies from work. before bootcamp i met up with another friend and i was telling her about this new adventure i was going to be undertaking that evening. she told me that it was a level 5 intensity of out 5 and it was outside. yikes! no way was i gonna do that. i haven't worked out since my car accident in august and cold air and asthma don't go well together. so i bailed....and ended up convincing another girl to bail (that wasn't my intension though). i decided to have her over and we would do the Biggest Loser Boot Camp video. when we got to my place i was super thrilled about this new endeavour. i ran up, threw my workout clothes on and began searching for my yoga mats and medicine balls. i came across one yoga mat quickly, but my other equipment was no where to be found. i rumaged through every room, closet and cupboard in my house. still nothing. the only place left unturned was the big wooden chest in the basement. i turned the lock and quickly whipped open the lid. only for it to hit the wall and come crashing down...................on my finger. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! the pain was excruciating. i stumbled up the stairs and laid down. my nail was white with a chunk of purple and the pad of my finger was red and blue. i have broken many bones in the past, but never experienced pain like this. after 20 minutes of attempting to catch my breath and protecting my hand, my friend calmly suggested that i call my husband. i left him a whiny message: "i think i broke my hand. i hurts sooo bad. call me." he came home and drove me to every clinic, only to be turned away due to too many H1N1 patients. i opted out of going to emerg and decided to grin and bear the pain until morning. steve tapped my fingers and i went to bed. all night i tossed and turned, had my hand squished, and popped tylenol after tylenol. in the morning i got up, finger still swollen and throbbing, and headed to work. later in the afternoon i visited to my doctor. he told me the tip i "probably broken", and there is nothing that can be done for that. he told me i was in more pain than i needed to be in due to pressure from blood under my fingernail. he came back with a "large blunt needle," and proceeded to force it through my nail and into my finger. he took it out and squeezed my "probably" broken finger. the pain sucked! to my dismay, no blood flowed, and he followed that with "let's make that hole bigger." the "large blunt needle" was back in my finger in a jiffy. he whipped it back out and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. i stomped and stomped and stomped my feet in pain. he told me to continue to squeeze the tip of my finger for the rest of the evening to avoid clotting. HA! fat chance. i will not be inflicting that kind of pain on myself. awesome 24 hours!