So it’s Thanksgiving and I’m in the ER with a pornstache.

The end of Movember can’t come quick enough. The handlebar mustache makes me look super sketchy and the African ER nurse is glaring at me because I look like a junkie.

I’m in the ER because our early morning trip to the dog park went horribly wrong. I’m at the dog park watching Gertrude play with a puppy when I hear screaming behind me. There’s a pileup of dogs and Harley is in the middle of it.

I jump in with the other dog owners and reach into Harley’s mouth to pull him off of a mutt. That was a mistake and my finger gets torn up. I’m told that the other dogs are fine and that my hand is the only casuality of the dog fight.

Sigh. No more dog parks for Harley. Ever.

Dragging my dogs to the car with a bloody hand is super awkward. The pornstache doesn’t help.

Four hours and seven stitches later, I am off to Walgreens for antibiotics. Juggling the hospital paperwork with my banged up hand and facial hair makes me look super sketchy. The pharmacist glares until she realizes that I’m not a junkie, just clueless.

My index finger bone is also fractured. Apparently my finger nail is completely gone and the bone was hanging out. Ugh. I’ll see if I can get into the orthopediatrician’s tomorrow.

Gory pictures after the jump.
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