As i sit there patiently waiting in the STAT immediate medical center( ironic to have to wait for immediate medical attention).  I get this "closed throat" kind of feeling. sitting on the hard rough carpeted floor was not exactly helping either... did i mention i was sitting on the floor because every seat in the waiting room was taken. It was a nicely decorated waiting room, pale blue walls, straw cushioned chairs. the waiting room was almost beach themed. As i sat uncomfortably on the hard floor i looked around and tried to pick out what was wrong with everyone else( to obviously see what i was up against). There was a little boy with a bloody T-shirt and scraped chill with his father who looked young enough to be his brother,  there was an adorable old man that every waiting room needs, waiting for his wife and talking to every stranger that sat next to him. and then there was me with my gorgeous  caring mom. my thumb was unexpectedly/unintentionally, slammed into a car door and lets just say it did not look like a thumb. of course the time spent with the doctor and x-rays it was much shorter then the time we spent waiting in the waiting room. turned out the thumb was not broken... however in a weird kinda sick twisted way i wish it was :/. It would of totally given me something to keep my mind on instead of worrying about every other issue including other peoples... yep sounds pretty sick i know..