HI folks! This page is dedicated to my little finger. Here's how it happened. One rainy evening in March (13th March 1999
to be exact) I decide to go riding. I was feeling somewhat guilty about not riding "Just For Fun" (my second horse)
in the morning, so I decide to face the rain. But silly me, when I get there,
I forget that horses generally have sharp
teeth, and sillier me, I decide to give Justy Boy a pat and a hug while he is being groomed.
He was ticklish, he bites when he tickles, my pinky was in the way. Bam! and the top of my finger was gone,
blood was spurting everywhere.
So that's how I lost the top of my little finger. Below are some gory pictures, so those of you who cannot
stomach the sight of blood, please click away now.
If you're still captivated by this charming little tale, move your mouse over the boxes below. To see the
photos full size, double click!
The last one (captioned "Yuck !") was my toe under the knife. My second toe on my left foot had to donate some flesh to my little finger, to cover the exposed bone so that my fingernail could grow back again. He too is healing well now. Thank You's I would like to thank:
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