Today marks my ONE-YEAR Anniversary!!! No, not of my wedding, that's May 4th. Today is exactly one year after the fateful day that I broke my finger playing volleyball. I shall recap for those who haven't heard...
We were playing volleyball, at the horrible Colony net. Never play volleyball there. (We hadn't graduated to bigger and better things quite yet.) So I was in the center position at the net, and I jumped up for the ball, at the same time my tall friend Steve! also jumped. And swung. At the ball. And missed (the ball). Instead he cleanly came into contact with....my index finger! Straight down, jamming it down, down, into my palm. Okay, that's a little dramatic. Anyways, I think all I said was ouch. He promptly grabbed my finger and pulled it out, popping it, thinking that would make it feel better. I just thought it was jammed. So I decided to keep playing. You'd think I would have gotten the clue, when I couldn't stand still, had to keep pacing to keep from crying, my finger was instantly swollen and unbendable, and I just held it close to my body, only hitting the ball with my left hand. I must have looked pretty pathetic. Well I only lasted until the end of that game, and decided that since the pain hadn't gone away yet, I might as well quit. As soon as I did, the tears (of pain) began to flow. So we went home.
The next day I was feeling better, I just couldn't bend, or touch, my finger. Jarom assured me that if it was broken, I would KNOW it was broken. So I figured, Well, it can't be broken then, cuz I sure don't know it. Apparently he experiences broken bones differently than I do...
Five days later (cough), I was talking to my friend at work about it. We were commenting about how I still couldn't bend it, and how the bruising was now spreading to my palm. With a bit of help from her, I decided to go the health center, just to make sure there wasn't anything wrong with it.
They take x-rays, and to my dismay, inform me that I've done some serious damage to my poor finger. They tell me I have to go to a specialist, who is now closed cuz it's 5. So the next day I get into contact with him, and he tells me to come in a week and he'll decided if I need surgery or not. (The health center had faxed him copies of my x-rays, you'd think he'd be able to decide then). So the following week I go in, he takes more x-rays, and says, YEP! It's sure broken! So this is what we'll do, we'll either try to clamp it and drill pins in from the side, or we'll slit you open and just do it internally. yummy.
The following week I am scheduled for surgery, and June 21 I go in for that fateful day. (20 days after breaking it, keep in mind). The surgery went fine, I didn't even get sick from the anesthesia. But then, they gave me Perkiset. Don't ever take Perkiset, it is the devil. I was fine for a couple hours, Jarom took me home and I was resting. But then it hit. From that moment on for the next 48 hours, I was constantly throwing up. I felt dizzy just from watching TV, and slept most of the day, in between hurling of course. We finally started to realize, it's probably the pain killer, so I stopped taking it. At the point, the nurse called me to see how I was doing. I informed her of my pitiful situation, so she prescribed some anti-nausea stuff to help. So, being a fool, I went and got some. I then put this into my system as well, and had to wait another 8 hours before everything was out of my system and I could leave the bathroom floor. (I think I even fell asleep in there for awhile) Yeah, the pain of my finger was MUCH easier to bear than the pain of pain killers.
The next few months I worked on gaining movement and reducing swelling. My doctor said it was a very good surgery, that the pins were in very tightly and strongly. The saddest part was, I had to sit on the sidelines and read Harry Potter while everyone played volleyball in front of me...for months. Summer months. sigh. But I did eventually start playing again, and have been ever since. I'm just a bit more shy about blocking these days....
And now you know all about my anniversary! Sorry, no pictures this time. Though I did pick up the charming nickname of "Football Finger" from my sister-in-law's little brother. Yeah....
We were playing volleyball, at the horrible Colony net. Never play volleyball there. (We hadn't graduated to bigger and better things quite yet.) So I was in the center position at the net, and I jumped up for the ball, at the same time my tall friend Steve! also jumped. And swung. At the ball. And missed (the ball). Instead he cleanly came into contact with....my index finger! Straight down, jamming it down, down, into my palm. Okay, that's a little dramatic. Anyways, I think all I said was ouch. He promptly grabbed my finger and pulled it out, popping it, thinking that would make it feel better. I just thought it was jammed. So I decided to keep playing. You'd think I would have gotten the clue, when I couldn't stand still, had to keep pacing to keep from crying, my finger was instantly swollen and unbendable, and I just held it close to my body, only hitting the ball with my left hand. I must have looked pretty pathetic. Well I only lasted until the end of that game, and decided that since the pain hadn't gone away yet, I might as well quit. As soon as I did, the tears (of pain) began to flow. So we went home.
The next day I was feeling better, I just couldn't bend, or touch, my finger. Jarom assured me that if it was broken, I would KNOW it was broken. So I figured, Well, it can't be broken then, cuz I sure don't know it. Apparently he experiences broken bones differently than I do...
Five days later (cough), I was talking to my friend at work about it. We were commenting about how I still couldn't bend it, and how the bruising was now spreading to my palm. With a bit of help from her, I decided to go the health center, just to make sure there wasn't anything wrong with it.
They take x-rays, and to my dismay, inform me that I've done some serious damage to my poor finger. They tell me I have to go to a specialist, who is now closed cuz it's 5. So the next day I get into contact with him, and he tells me to come in a week and he'll decided if I need surgery or not. (The health center had faxed him copies of my x-rays, you'd think he'd be able to decide then). So the following week I go in, he takes more x-rays, and says, YEP! It's sure broken! So this is what we'll do, we'll either try to clamp it and drill pins in from the side, or we'll slit you open and just do it internally. yummy.
The following week I am scheduled for surgery, and June 21 I go in for that fateful day. (20 days after breaking it, keep in mind). The surgery went fine, I didn't even get sick from the anesthesia. But then, they gave me Perkiset. Don't ever take Perkiset, it is the devil. I was fine for a couple hours, Jarom took me home and I was resting. But then it hit. From that moment on for the next 48 hours, I was constantly throwing up. I felt dizzy just from watching TV, and slept most of the day, in between hurling of course. We finally started to realize, it's probably the pain killer, so I stopped taking it. At the point, the nurse called me to see how I was doing. I informed her of my pitiful situation, so she prescribed some anti-nausea stuff to help. So, being a fool, I went and got some. I then put this into my system as well, and had to wait another 8 hours before everything was out of my system and I could leave the bathroom floor. (I think I even fell asleep in there for awhile) Yeah, the pain of my finger was MUCH easier to bear than the pain of pain killers.
The next few months I worked on gaining movement and reducing swelling. My doctor said it was a very good surgery, that the pins were in very tightly and strongly. The saddest part was, I had to sit on the sidelines and read Harry Potter while everyone played volleyball in front of me...for months. Summer months. sigh. But I did eventually start playing again, and have been ever since. I'm just a bit more shy about blocking these days....
And now you know all about my anniversary! Sorry, no pictures this time. Though I did pick up the charming nickname of "Football Finger" from my sister-in-law's little brother. Yeah....
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