Thank you all for all the well wishes and Holiday cheer. It's nice to have friends like you. You are all kind, talented and inspiring.
While I've been away, I've been having a mild pity party. Little things would set me off like, not being able to pull up my big-girl-panties. Tie my own shoes. Type. Text. Wash dishes. The list goes on. Losing the middle finger affects the whole hand. But Good News, it is now on the mend (hopefully).
Since you've all been so patient, I'll tell you the WHOLE story, just no laughing.
It all started at a buffet. You know, one of those places that with every serving spoon you're sharing everyone else's germs. As I usually do, I washed my hands after fixing a plate. While at the sink, silently singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", I somehow twisted my middle finger hearing an audible pop. It sounded just like when my kids crack their knuckles, but when I did it, I felt intense pain. It felt as if a pea sized piece of glass was inside my knuckle. I couldn't bend my finger.
Retuning to the table I showed my Husband and of course he laughed that I over washed my hands.
Dinner was a disaster. I ended up using my left hand to eat with.
Three days later, I meet some of my quilting buddies who thought my fashion statement of a taped straight middle finger was a no-no. After their scare tactics, telling me that finger would fuse that way, they convinced me to go to the Dr.
Well, confession time. I don't have a Dr. When I have to go, I just go to the urgent care down the street. I guess it has been awhile because when I got there I found out that the insurance I've had for a year wasn't accepted there. So they sent me to the clinic. Eeewww! But I went.
They made me an appointment to see a Dr downstairs. They told me I was seeing an OB-GYN. Seriously!
Being the obedient person that I am, I went downstairs. The OB came into the room and I told her straight out," I just need you to assess my finger, I'm keeping all my clothes on". She asked how I hurt my finger and for the third time I had to hear the giggles.
Diagnosis, I had pulled the tendon in my finger that is connected at the top of my hand and will affect my whole hand until it heals. She also suggested that I take the tape off and move it. So I did. Boy what a quack!
I've since learned that wasn't the best advice. I had been re-injuring it every other day, hence the pity party.
What have I learned from this experience?
1. Most people don't sing while washing their hands
2. Other people don't wash each finger separately. But if you do, let me know
3. Never see an OB for a finger exam
4. Learn to laugh at yourself
So now that I've had my finger stationary for about a week, it feels so much better. I've been able to do dishes, tie my shoes and even pull up my big-girl-panties. I'm going to stop wallowing in pity and get back on the horse.
Today I'm going to see Gail and I'm going to attempt to quilt. As long as I don't have to use scissors, I'll be fine. This new ring is now a fashion statement. But I also know it's keeping that finger safe so it can heal thoroughly.
Good bye for now.
Take care, Brandie