January 12th 2020 I didn't even have a Band-Aid on that shit. 🤣 I went home thinking this was going to be the craziest thing that happened to me all year. Jokes on me because... Yeah...

Here's another photo where I basically just tried to hide my hand. By the time we got off the boat I had removed my own stitches by untying them and pulling them out.

January 8th, 2020 I refuse to give up my beach dreams so we medically tape a purple glove to my hand to protect my wound.

January 5th I fly to Miami and I hope on a cruise ship with my mom and sisters, with four stitches still in my hand.

January 3rd, 2020- I'm released from the hospital after they remove the drain that they placed in my finger. I go home. I have four stitches.

January 1st 20, 6:00 a.m. after spending the night in the ER, I am prepped for immediate surgery on my hand.

December 31. After being told by the doctor at urgent Care that the swelling wasn't that bad and I just needed to take an antibiotic. I went home. The swelling got so much worse to the point I wanted to literally just cut my finger off.

December 31st around 9:00 a.m. I feel like my first finger is really swollen. I make an appointment at Urgent Care.

Conceited is also a great song by Lola