Words I never thought I'd hear myself say.....

...but I totally sprained/jammed my finger playing football today. Of all things. I feel so rough and tough....except that I'm totally not. I tried to rough it out, but I was in pain and after I expressed concerns that I was a piano player people told me to go home and ice it asap. This is incredibly sad for many reasons:

1. I didn't want to be there...in fact I dragged myself there because I wasn't doing anything else, anyone I would hang out with was there, and a little exercise never hurt anyone (until today that is...)
2. On Sunday I had a 5 hour drive, and one of the C.D.'s I listened to was Chopin (I try to stick to hymns or classical on Sundays). I always feel motivated to play better whenever I listen to him, so I made the resolve to practice more.
3. I had intentions of cutting out early and practicing piano, instead I cut out early and got a finger splint.
4. A very important finger in piano-playing (left pinky, essential for left hand octaves) is out of commission for now.
5. I felt like such a baby!! In between drills I was sitting there stroking my finger like a wounded puppy, but it really hurt bad and the pain was getting worse.

This, my friends, would be why I was in marching band in high school, not the soccer team. This is why my sister is the one that went into the army, not me. And it's hard to type without my left pinky...