Two of my fingers are probably broken. I don’t know for sure because this third-world hellhole I live in doesn’t apply my taxes toward basic needs like GETTING MY BROKEN HAND X-RAYED but anyway, I know what you’re going to ask next. Go ahead, ask it. I’m going to lie, though. And also probably not correct my typos because i don’t have time for thqt crap.
I am too busy being metal. (Pretty sure rocking out with broken bones is approved by the council.)
ETA: the two weeks was until I could afford to buy real corporate-manufactured splints from The Man, which is decidedly not metal, but will continue for the rest of the six-week suggested healing time.