While abroad, one of those old-timey elevators closed on my thumb. While I take full responsibility for this mishap, I'm pretty sure that building codes are more relaxed in Europe, or they think those old steel cage elevators in the spine of the building are quaint, or something. ANYWAY, that son of a bitch gate swung closed with my thumb in its path.
So I'm calling this one "mechanic thumb."
Fortunately, my thumbnail hasn't decided to flake off, but the prognosis is guarded for the future shape and form of the surviving nail.
Check back soon for "what's that wierd red dot?"
