In the examining room, I rub my right ring finger. It is crooked and in pain. When the doctor comes in, he takes my hand in his, and as if proposing marriage, claims he can straighten it. I wonder how much experience he’s had, personally, with broken bones.
This is the second fracture for this finger. I was playing football with my boyfriend, his brother and nephew. Men like to play rough. I’m used to that.