Day: May 1, 2014

Never ask “What Next?”

Never, ever, never ask “What Next?”

If you follow my blog, you will remember that I was afraid of ‘what next’!

And, yesterday, while washing the kitchen sink, loaded with dishes and scrubbing vigorously:  I tend to do dishes with much GUSTO!  I think a lot while doing the dishes, so I don’t mind doing them.

HOWEVER, while scrubbing the sink, I broke a glass plate, and cut…well, peeled back the skin on my hand, above my left ring finger.  It was bloody!

When I moved my finger down, I could see something ‘White’ poking out from under the redness of the bloody skin-flap.

I was wondering ‘What the HELL is that?” 

At first, I thought it was my bone sticking out of my hand. My initial reaction was, well, besides, “What the Hell is that?“, was, “Good One, Smooth move Ex-lax!” “You really did it this time – “AND OF ALL HANDS, MY LEFT HAND – MY MAIN HAND!”

Being that I don’t have transport right now, I waited for someone to come get me to go to the E.R.

It turned out that the ultra-white (that is the first clue) body part ‘thing’ sticking out from the skin, was the tendon that runs over the top of that finger bone.  Lovely!

Well, the next step was to get an impression from the Orthopedic Surgeon.  The Ortho Surgeon came down to the E.R., looked at ‘it’, and said, it looked like the tendon was not sliced, so he told the E.R. doctor to stitch it up.

‘It’ hurts like hell.  And, ‘it’ bled a lot.

After getting my hand stitched up, and about an hour after the lidocaine wore off (used to numb the hand for stitching) my whole hand hurt like a ‘som’bitch’ – and also still today, this morning.  That area of my hand is swollen and I can’t close my hand – not for now.

What’s more – I’M LEFT-HANDED!  LOVELY!  Well, alright, who gives a damn, it’s not going to stop me from doing more art later, nor work on new photographs this morning – or type.

I took my Tramadol and Gabapentine this morning, so that may help a little.

As long as I don’t rip the stitching work of the E.R. Doctor, and put some ice on the swelling hand, I should be OK.

So, NEVER EVER, ask, “So, What the Hell Else is going to f’up my life?”  Never ask that question – not a good idea, because you will probably receive your answer quickly and it won’t be to your liking.  🙂