meet ian the index finger
Starting from Monday, my right hand index finger had a feeling of discomfort. At first I thought it was an insect bite, for I had enjoyed myself under the sun lying on the grass a day earlier. But no. Two days later, the situation turned worse: my finger was swollen, and so painful that I could not sleep, write nor sit still at the desk. It also seemed to take a life of its own, to which I could feel blood pumping at the finger tip. At any moment it would explode and a little alien would come out. Doing some research on the Internet, I was convinced that this is a nasty boil growing under my finger nail. Chinese medicine doctors said that with the help of a pig gall bladder, the pain shall vanish in no time. Unfortunately, western countries don't keep such vile objects, and therefore me blowing 50+ quid on another Chinese medicine replacement proved to be useless. Now I am relying on antibiotics and painkillers to do the trick. The doc at UCL hospital said in a sarcastic tone, 'So your Chinese medicine doesn't work, huh?' I really miss my healthy index finger and wish that it will come back to life again soon.