A Side Note...

A few days before we left for the island, I was trying to quietly creep into bed and not wake Amara who was sleeping on the floor (this was at my parent's home). I miscalculated where on the bed I was and actually fell out of the bed, on top of Amara, but more so on top of my left hand which was holding my phone. I heard a loud "crack!" and had a lot of pain in my middle finger. I was so worried that I had broken it! Amara woke up and said "What are you doing?" I told her I had fallen out of bed and she sweetly says "I'm so sorry that happened to you." ðŸ’—
Anyway, my finger was very swollen then next morning and I debated on going to the ER... but decided against it as there weren't any bones jutting out and it wasn't bent strangely. 
It's doing a lot better now, but I still wear the splint a lot. And I have committed to not complaining about my fat knuckles anymore after seeing how fat it got with the swelling! 
Just another little adventure within the adventure 



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