mallet finger!

No, it's not the name of my new band; mallet finger is the, uh, condition I gave myself, I guess. The tendon or ligament or whatever that attaches to the top of the final joint on the middle finger of my right hand... broke? Ripped? Something like that. As a result, the tip of my finger droops. I am physically unable to straighten the finger.

I wasn't even doing anything when it happened, really. I think I barely caught the finger on my clothes. I heard a snap, felt a twinge, and suddenly I'm Captain Droopy Fingertip. It was weird. A little soreness, but no pain. Normally this happens to athletes doing athletic things, but this time it happened to me, doing nothing.

Megan used the internet to find out what the problem was, and lo: Mallet Finger. Come to think of it, maybe I should start a band named Captain Droopy Fingertip and the Mallet Fingers.

So my finger is in a splint* now. This is difficult to type, and ukulele playing is (nearly) impossible. Combined with the skinned knee I gave myself after enthusiastically falling to the carpet when the US scored on England, and this weekend was full of passive old-man injuries.

* It's a popsicle stick splint. We did buy a Walgreens splint, only to find when we got home that the box was empty. Touche, Chicago. Touche.