Day 10 after slamming the dishwasher closed on my thumb and I have not taken a painkiller in 24 hours. Woohoo! I don't have to go to the Betty Ford after all.
The nail is still kinda gross and black and the family wanted me to take a picture of it, but instead I took a picture of the fireplace mantle which I gussied up like a Martha Stewart nightmare tonight.
Okay I'm starting to feel Christmassy now. About bloody time.