'No, I do not inject heroin!'

MightyWrighty loves a dance...I hear your mocking laughs, I am surprisingly unclumsy whilst communicating through the medium of dance, me and my housemates 'Bruce Lee' and 'Jimmy Choo' often communicate through dance Micheal McIntyre style....

Let me set the scene... Beyonce is playing in class and this week it's 'single ladies', one of Mighty's favourites as I often perform my own interpretation of the dance at any opportunity, at any celebration, at any given time! I get a wee bit excited and enthusiastic, there is a simple turn followed by a simple clap.  Of course in my excitement I clap too hard and bruising appears rather fast on my finger...

FFWD 1 hour... Finger is blue...
FFWD 10 hours... Finger is grey...
Friends and colleagues begin to nag about going to get it checked out... hello people I only clapped, it's a little bruising, get over it, I mean c'mon I've definately had worse injuries I'm sure I'll heal!
FFWD 1 hour... Finger is black... Luckily MightyWrighty works in an environment involving nurses and doctors. I was informed by one of the Docs if I did not go to A&E I may loose my finger as all the blood has been cut off......"But, All I did was CLAP!"

Off to A&E I go, preparing myself for a long night ahead...me and the receptionist laugh together about my freaky black finger, me and the drunk in the waiting area laugh about my freaky black finger, me and the nurse laugh about my freaky black finger, me and the nurses friend who comes to have a nosy laugh at the freaky black finger and each time I protest that all I did was a turn and a clap!

To my astonishment in less than two minutes I'm called... They ask the usual questions and I proclaim all I did a turn and a clap. He looks at me with pity in his eyes..."Do you inject any drugs Miss Mighty?", "Whaaaattt, Paaaaaaaaaaaaa!", then I came to the realisation that he was not one of those clown doctors and he was infact being deadly serious. I look nervously to the man sitting near by and answer "no of course I don't."
        He disappears only to be replaced by a lady doctor who ushers me into my own room. She gives me another one of those pity smiles and asks me if I inject any drugs???!!! By this point I revert back to childhood and do the uncontrollable nervous laughing, which does not help me fight my corner as I look like I'm either reeeaaally high or hallucinating and seeing dancing monkeys. She questions me further about many other drugs...whilst I continue to laugh nervously I proclaim, all I did was a turn and a clap!
She leaves...She returns with two more pity-faced (not clown) doctors. They are rushing around and cover me in wires telling me that it's a possibility there is something wrong with my heart...but all I did was a turn and a clap....why is no-one listening to me???? All I did was a turn and a clap!!!

Surprise surprise my heart is fine and dandy...they look at me puzzled (they should have listened to Mighty), I can hear nurses speculating in the next door cubicle about the girl with the freaky finger (it's a curtain people, not a wall!).
Turns out it was only bad circulation and the freaky colour was brought on by the reduction in movement from THE TURN AND THE CLAP!!!
Of course no-one thought I was on drugs when I ran out of the building screaming, I BLOODY TOLD YOU SOOO! A TURN AND A CLAP!!!!