My fingers have a tendency to bruise if I do something like turn a door handle a little too carelessly. It’s not even a light, self-contained bruise — the main blood vein gets nicked, so you feel a hot pain, then cornflower blue starts streaking up the finger, and next thing you know the entire finger turns a tasteful zombie grey and is too stiff to bend.
You can’t possibly be any more squeamish than I am about it… I hate it! I was in the middle of trying on clothes when it last happened, and I went back downstairs and sat down. Mum looked surprised and said “is the show over?”
“Temporary halt,” I said.
A couple of days later I made the mistake of picking up a heavy pan, and hurt my finger all over again, so I was looking for a padded finger protector in the shops. It was more to remind me not to grab things too hard! I couldn’t find what I was looking for, but I was standing in the middle of Boots today, saying “I just want something to remind me to be careful,” and Mum said “you should put a notice on it saying ‘DO NOT USE THIS FINGER.'”