I was going to begin this blog by saying how fast time flies but I think that subject has been addressed more than it should lately. Agreed? Agreed. But it really does fly, doesn't it? :)
Many inquiring (or is it enquiring?) minds have been asking for the scoop on the broken finger. It was really a simple normal smash. On the particular morning of the smash, I was preparing to go to town to take a medical sample to my doctor's office for diagnosis. My thought process was that I might stop at the new neighborhood food/paper goods/ everything else warehouse on the way home.
Well, being as it was a ridiculously hot day for December, I thought I should take a cooler with one of my ice jugs with me in case I bought something perishable and then didn't get home soon. Now keep in mind that I do this all the time in the summer for safety with food. Uh huh. I got my regular collapsible cooler down and realized I had transported something yucky in it and not noticed that the yuck was still there. And being as The Husband has many, many, many coolers available, I thought I would just take one of his hard plastic formed ones.
As I usually do, I put that cooler in my car trunk vertically rather than horizontally as the trunk is. I have a large trunk but I also have a lot of "stuff" I need in it...important stuff like those recycle grocery bags (I have a ton of those with different designs and I use them and remember to take them in with me.), a couple bottles of water, gloves, umbrellas, and even jumper cables so it takes a lot of space for the "stuff". Hence the vertical placement of the cooler.
Not thinking smartly, I realized I had not put the ice jugs in nor had I looked at the cleanliness of this particular cooler. Instead of realizing that the cooler top was near the hinged portion of the trunk and that the ice jugs wouldn't fit with the cooler that way, I grasped the indention on the cooler top and tried to open it. It wouldn't open. Stuck. So without thinking further, I tried again more mightily. Yes, it opened and smashed my little finger between that cooler lid and the hinged metal part of my trunk.
I hollered. I cried. I hollered. I cried. I dropped to my knees and I hollered and cried. God was the only one to hear me so I kept crying and told myself I had only mashed my finger. I would probably bruise and loose my fingernail (how's that for a rhyme? Bruise and loose...and I didn't even try to rhyme.) I wasn't vain. It would be all right. It happened every day to someone. I must have cried heartily for a good 6.5 minutes before just constantly sniffling. The finger looked slightly swollen but it had been smashed. Heartily. Mightily.
My shopping desire left me so I took the cooler out of the trunk. It was heavy on my injured hand. I went to the doctor's to leave my medical sample. The doctor was 20 minutes away...my eyes were still red from crying. I left it with the receptionist and came back home. By afternoon, bruising and swelling had started so I called to see about an appointment. The receptionist and I decided I would come in the morning if not better.
The Husband was helpful to me as we realized it felt less pain when straight so we made a splint from popsicle sticks. (I should put that on Pintrest.) By morning it was obvious I did need a doctor. Her first words after looking and finding out I had done it the day before were, "Why didn't you come yesterday?" I told her that my red crying eyes and I had but only to bring the medical sample. She did her eyeroll....she had already done another eyeroll when I removed my I-should-put-on-Pintrest-popsicle-splint.
I left that office and went for an xray to return back to office afterwards. I had told myself that maybe this was one of the times in the 3% of the time my doctor is wrong that she was wrong. I had already decided it was bruised, not broken. I was wrong. My wise doctor's words were "Of course I knew it was broken...otherwise I wouldn't have sent you for the xray." Duh. The joint nearest the nail is broken and the tendon is detached. The remedy is this splint for 6 weeks. Uh, only 5 weeks now....one week down. If I remove the splint and bend my finger, we start all over again.
It's inconvenient but the worst part was trying to wash my hair with a sandwich bag on my hand. I've figured out how to make two plastic gloves and a small zippered jewelry bag work for hair washing so life is much better. As is the hair. Believe me it didn't look very good.
The finger does hurt a bit when I put my arm through my coat jacket or if I hit it against something so I try to be careful.
So that's it, folks....now you know the rest of the story......
Many inquiring (or is it enquiring?) minds have been asking for the scoop on the broken finger. It was really a simple normal smash. On the particular morning of the smash, I was preparing to go to town to take a medical sample to my doctor's office for diagnosis. My thought process was that I might stop at the new neighborhood food/paper goods/ everything else warehouse on the way home.
Well, being as it was a ridiculously hot day for December, I thought I should take a cooler with one of my ice jugs with me in case I bought something perishable and then didn't get home soon. Now keep in mind that I do this all the time in the summer for safety with food. Uh huh. I got my regular collapsible cooler down and realized I had transported something yucky in it and not noticed that the yuck was still there. And being as The Husband has many, many, many coolers available, I thought I would just take one of his hard plastic formed ones.
As I usually do, I put that cooler in my car trunk vertically rather than horizontally as the trunk is. I have a large trunk but I also have a lot of "stuff" I need in it...important stuff like those recycle grocery bags (I have a ton of those with different designs and I use them and remember to take them in with me.), a couple bottles of water, gloves, umbrellas, and even jumper cables so it takes a lot of space for the "stuff". Hence the vertical placement of the cooler.
Not thinking smartly, I realized I had not put the ice jugs in nor had I looked at the cleanliness of this particular cooler. Instead of realizing that the cooler top was near the hinged portion of the trunk and that the ice jugs wouldn't fit with the cooler that way, I grasped the indention on the cooler top and tried to open it. It wouldn't open. Stuck. So without thinking further, I tried again more mightily. Yes, it opened and smashed my little finger between that cooler lid and the hinged metal part of my trunk.
I hollered. I cried. I hollered. I cried. I dropped to my knees and I hollered and cried. God was the only one to hear me so I kept crying and told myself I had only mashed my finger. I would probably bruise and loose my fingernail (how's that for a rhyme? Bruise and loose...and I didn't even try to rhyme.) I wasn't vain. It would be all right. It happened every day to someone. I must have cried heartily for a good 6.5 minutes before just constantly sniffling. The finger looked slightly swollen but it had been smashed. Heartily. Mightily.
My shopping desire left me so I took the cooler out of the trunk. It was heavy on my injured hand. I went to the doctor's to leave my medical sample. The doctor was 20 minutes away...my eyes were still red from crying. I left it with the receptionist and came back home. By afternoon, bruising and swelling had started so I called to see about an appointment. The receptionist and I decided I would come in the morning if not better.
The Husband was helpful to me as we realized it felt less pain when straight so we made a splint from popsicle sticks. (I should put that on Pintrest.) By morning it was obvious I did need a doctor. Her first words after looking and finding out I had done it the day before were, "Why didn't you come yesterday?" I told her that my red crying eyes and I had but only to bring the medical sample. She did her eyeroll....she had already done another eyeroll when I removed my I-should-put-on-Pintrest-popsicle-splint.
I left that office and went for an xray to return back to office afterwards. I had told myself that maybe this was one of the times in the 3% of the time my doctor is wrong that she was wrong. I had already decided it was bruised, not broken. I was wrong. My wise doctor's words were "Of course I knew it was broken...otherwise I wouldn't have sent you for the xray." Duh. The joint nearest the nail is broken and the tendon is detached. The remedy is this splint for 6 weeks. Uh, only 5 weeks now....one week down. If I remove the splint and bend my finger, we start all over again.
It's inconvenient but the worst part was trying to wash my hair with a sandwich bag on my hand. I've figured out how to make two plastic gloves and a small zippered jewelry bag work for hair washing so life is much better. As is the hair. Believe me it didn't look very good.
The finger does hurt a bit when I put my arm through my coat jacket or if I hit it against something so I try to be careful.
So that's it, folks....now you know the rest of the story......
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