Thursday, January 21, 2016

Hand job.

Yeah, I chose the title to bump my traffic a bit courtesy of the perverts out there. If you're reading this post now because you're one of those people, thanks for stopping by but shame on you.

As for my hand, and my latest injury, I gotta admit that it seemed like such a trivial thing, that slip of a broken pane of glass on Tuesday. It fell against the back of my hand as I was reaching down to pick it up from the bottom and gave me a slice across the base of my ring finger. Blood ran free for a minute until I fashioned a dressing from a box of emergency medical supplies that was conveniently nearby, but once dressed, the little two-inch slice stopped bleeding in fairly short order. No big deal, right? I've done a lot worse more times than I care to recall. It didn't even hurt after the first few minutes and I went on about my day.

But after a while, noticed that the finger wasn't moving quite like the other ones and I started pondering it a bit. Being an old paramedic from back in the day, I had a fair idea about the make-up of the hand, and I know that there are a lot of nerves and tendons close to the skin in that area. I had sensation just fine, but range of motion in one direction was diminished so I headed on into the Urgent Care just to have it checked out. The Urgent Care doc took one look at it and sent me straight to the Emergency Department at the local hospital. They looked at it for a minute and sent me to see a hand surgeon fifty miles away yesterday morning. He looked at it and scheduled me for surgery that afternoon. Turns out that the sharp glass had gone deep and completely severed a tendon. Had I not gone in to the Urgent Care to get it checked out, I would probably have lost a good deal of use of that finger permanently, which would have had serious implication for my job and much of my active lifestyle.

We take life for granted but things can change that quickly, and sometimes so subtly that we can miss it if we're not careful.

The hand doc is a really cool guy. He's a pilot and a gun guy, and we had some nice conversation as he opened up my hand and reconnected the tendon. I even got to watch. But now the hand is splinted for the next two weeks, and I'll have to forego serious use of it for a couple of months.

All from one little nick that I barely even felt.

But I for damned sure feel it this morning, lemme tell you. Ow. Ow squared even.

2016 is not exactly starting off as a stellar year.

22 comments:

  1. Wondered if it would hit last night or today...

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    1. Last night. Was a long night.

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  2. Damn. Get well soon my friend.

    (Has Belle brought you those pizzas yet?)

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  3. Yeesh. Hang in there and get better soon.

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  4. Glad to hear you got things addressed quickly. Do what the nice gunny doctor told you, and heal soon.

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  5. I discovered the hard way that the reason they do so much outpatient surgery is so you're very far away from them when the anesthetic wears off.
    Hope they gave you some good drugs. (To be used for good, not for evil, of course.)

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    1. They did not, but fortunately I have a good supply because when you lose a leg they give you tons of the stuff and I never took most of it. Its still here for when I need it.

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  6. I must say you are great typing one-handed....

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  7. If you let the dogs lick your hand it will heal.

    I don't really mean that but I thought about it when I read of your hand injury in an earlier post. Hands are very complicated as are wrists and fingers. I know of a surgeon who ONLY works on little fingers and makes a princely income doing that.

    Best wishes for an early recovery.

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    1. I told them that at the hospital when they asked my how I cleaned the wound. I said that I let the blood flow free for a minute and then I let my dogs lick it. The look on the nurses' faces was priceless. They thought I was serious.

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  8. Hope things heal quickly and as painlessly as possible.

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  9. You need to start wearing some good, leather work gloves, bro!

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  10. I wish you a speedy recovery. I second Dr. Jim on the leather gloves.

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  11. Take care, and heal up!

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  12. The saying "If the women don't find ya handsome, they should at least find you handy" doesn't mean your hand should be found in the emergency room.

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  13. Get well soonest!

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  14. I did not watch the the hand surgeon tinker with my finger. (woodworking injury)
    If I had watched, the staff would have been treated to my screaming so high pitched that dogs for miles around would have perked up.
    Then I would have been out like a light bulb.
    Strangely, I could watch it being done to someone else with no problems. Yep, I have issues.
    The only nice part was that when people would ask what happened, I would show them using the injured left middle finger.
    Take care, heal up.
    (And do not hit the injury on the turn signal stalk. Really, really do not)

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  15. Dang get better soon

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  16. Good move to go quickly to the Doc-inna-Box. Hoping yu have an uneventful recovery.

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  17. Good to hear your injury should heal without loss of function. Some injuries just seem odd, considering how minor the incidents were.

    Had a roommate drop a large ceramic planter pot onto a sink, and it shattered. He got hit by a fragment that cut his hand, or maybe finger (memory is fuzzy on the details). Blood spraying all over the scenery.

    I ran him to the doc-ina-box, who did some work on it, and charged him a couple hundred. The Doc suggested it should be looked at by a specialist, just in case. So, off we went to a hospital, where he sat in a room while lots of doctors wandered in, one at a time, and looked and went "hmmm". The result was they decided the first doc did good work, and their consulting bill was $900. This was about 25 years ago.

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  18. Crap, be careful. I'm a BKA too. Last year was just walking on the driveway, hit a piece of ice. Leg / socket twisted and came down on my hand. Plate and 9 screws, and 12 weeks later I was OK. Hate to sound old mannish but wear wristguards.

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