It's dead to me...possibly literally

I was leaving the house to go buy cigarettes when I slammed my left hand's index finger in the door. After cleaning up the blood and fighting the urge to not puke or pass out for the last 30 minutes, I have decided not to go buy cigarettes. I'd be proud of myself if I wasn't in so much pain.

And now I'm going to try again to take a nap because it truly feels like that's my only option right now.