Attack of the Garage Door

Today is tough in my writing world. I'm without the use of my left middle finger, the "D" finger on my keyboard and all other keys that my middle finger clicks. You see, I was attacked this morning.
It happened something like this: Here I am, rushing out of the house to get my 3rd grader to school for the last day before summer break begins. Mind you, I have my 5-1/2 month old son in the back of the Jeep as well. I pull out of the garage, hit the button on the remote to close it, and nothing. I remembered the issue we had with it over the weekend not closing properly and did a quick check of the sensors. No green lights were lit and I didn't have time to mess with it. So, I yanked the chord to release it from the motor and went to shut it manually when...OUCH! Sonofa&*^%$! My left middle finger got caught in between the panels and SMASH! It flattened my finger from behind the top knuckle to the tip of my fingernail. Blood immediately started spurting--more like gushing--from under my nail. At least it was releasing the pressure so I didn't rush to the ER. My oldest son tried to come to my rescue but was grossed out at the sight of the blood and reclused back into the Jeep. I wrapped my whole hand in a wet dishtowel and drove my manual 5 speed to my son's school. He was late. My 5 month old, thank God, was being an absolute doll during the whole chaos.
I get home and I'm having to do everything one-handed as the bleeding still has not stopped. My baby boy is grabbing at me as I'm trying to get him out of his carseat and what does he get hold of...yep, again OUCH! I fianlly get changed into my work clothes, jeans--which were a pain to button, and flip-flops--as I gave up after the jeans and couldn't tie my sneakers. I threw on a baseball hat--Yankees, of course, and off we went again. Work was hilarious as most of my job is done on a computer. Needless to say I was not very productive today. In the time it took me to type this blog post I would have normally written 4-5 pages of my book. So thanks to my garage door and my impatience, my deadline for my book just died. I'm having to reschedule a few dates, but in the end my "pen" will still be mightier than my "sword".