Just above the middle knuckle (palm side) was bright purple and there was a huge knot that hurt like crazy. Immediately I got weak and that cold, clammy feeling you get when you are about to pass out.
Mental panic ensued.
I thought it was a huge blood clot that had worked its way through my veins and was headed to my heart. Or a parasitic blood infection that was about to pop out of my hand, something along the lines of what happened to Sigourney Weaver in Alien.
My friend who was taking no. 1 to dance pulled up in front of the house and I hobbled to the car. "Look." I said, showing her my hand. "Oh, you broke a little blood vessel," she calmly stated.
Right away I felt better.
"You mean it's not a blood clot on the way to my lungs? Or a worm with sharp teeth about to break through my skin?" "Nope," she laughed, "I've had that happen before. You'll be fine." And then she added the words that made me need a nap and a Geritol pill: