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Sorry about your smashed fingernail.

No one had Stan Lee? We seem to suck at this Dead Pool stuff.

I had him once before, but not this time. I thought I did, but, no.

Am I a bad person in that the first thing I did was check the Dead Pool when I found out?

I am sorry about your finger. I do not understand the power of doors to hurt us.

You’re going to lose that nail.

Ouch!

@Jeff…I’d guess that most of us checked.

Ouch! That’s going to be pretty annoying for a while. It is amazing how much we use that middle finger, even though we think we don’t. At least it’s on you left hand, not your painting hand, right?

I recommend the consolation of good Scot’s medicine, in copious drams, and also perhaps one of those aluminum finger splints for a day or two till the swelling goes down a bit.

On the bright side, here’s a chance to paint your fingernails

… so you won’t see that one turning a hideous black for the next month

Deborah, doors only have that power because we give it to them! Refuse to be a victim! #NotMyFingers!

Not only Stan Lee. Douglas Rain, the voice of HAL died too.

@Steve

Not only Stan Lee. Douglas Rain, the voice of HAL died too.

RIP…two more gents gone.

Why is it that the bastards among us seem to live forever?

Just remember the injury if you need to give someone extra special analysis of what they have done. Sending them that sentiment with a blackened fingernail is even more specific…

Ow. I had one like that a couple of years ago. High winds at work, getting out of car with arm load of junk, wind smashed door on fingers while I was steadying myself with hand on the b-pillar for hike to the building. Feel better, Sweas.

Oh, my…now, didn’t that leave a mark?…

Once upon a rather-long time ago (roughly five decades back, actually – did I mention I’m certifiably An Olde Pharte?), one warmish Saturday mid-A.M., having exited the rather-elderly sedan I then owned in my bank’s parking-lot, I swung the driver’s-side front door shut behind me whilst trailing my right hand behind me at the outermost edge of the door’s window-frame vertical lip – and thereby pinched just the very end of my middle finger between the old, heavy metal door’s lip-edge and the door frame…

I very nearly passed out/threw up from the resultant, instant jolt of pain that ran from that finger-tip up my entire arm – fair-buckled my knees, it did, and turned the day’s light dim and a bit fuzzy for me, for a minute or so…went (when I managed to straighten-up a bit, and walk) inside the bank’s lobby, and soaked that finger in the very cold water at the (refrigerated) drinking-fountain for enough time to deeply-numb the finger for awhile…

Left a mark; yes, indeed, it did. Lost that finger-nail for a bit, after it had turned a shiny-black (complete with a modest, crosswise dent). It did grow back in, though it took a while – couple of months or so, as I recall; rather annoying, that…Didn’t quite leave my fingerprint pressure-engraved in the door-lip’s paintwork – though it was rather a near-thing, I think.

I can therefore quite honestly say, I can “relate” to your pain –

Best wishes for your healing-up in the near future – Be Well!