Beware the Bear!

So my finger was hurting this morning and I mentioned it to my favorite boss who promptly got a horrified look on her face and tried to send me off to Urgent Care. Now, I did not see any reason to go there as I planned on poking my finger then soaking it in sea salt water to fix it. What? It isn't like I was going to just squirt Windex on it or anything. But when our colleague Pat added her look of horror and they both started worrying about my life expectency I decided to follow their advice. Cut to two hours later after getting two shots of numbing stuff in my finger, a scalpel slice in sad numb finger, a tetnus shot in same arm and a swathed-in-bandage finger. The beige-ness of the bandage was pretty depressing so I decided to embellish it. Now I have a happy brown bear instead of a throbbing bandage blob. You'd never guess I was a youth services librarian would you?