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I broke it
9 years ago
So a few weeks ago I was rock climbing in the local climbing gym. A couple of people from work and I climb every wednesday. I was reaching for a hold right at the exciting bit of a problem, and slipped. I didn't fall, but I instinctively lunged for the hold, and instead of grabbing it I ran my hand into it. While it did not feel good, my hand seemed more or less operable, and I kept climbing.
After a week, the swelling had gone down, but my pinky was not bending right, so I got an appointment, and went climbing again.
The next week (soonest appointment available) they xrayed it, and noted that I had knocked the corner off the flange (not the correct term...) of the first joint on my pinky (right on my knuckle). But my complaint about how my finger was bending did not make sense to the doctor. He called it scissoring or mal-rotation, my pinky would hit my ring finger as I made a fist. So I should see another guy, the next day (thursday). I did not go climbing that wednesday.
The next guy noted that the bit I had broken off was an attachment point for a tendon, and it needed to be re-attached, Tomorrow (friday). So now I get to have surgery. And that requires a pre-op physical, and a responsible grown-up (they do not allow you to drive yourself home, and for very good reasons). Which occupied the rest of the afternoon.
The original plan for the weekend was to get Graysoul from DC, and then go to Long Island to visit JBadger. Getting Graysoul was moved up a day, and he could be my responsible grownup for the surgery. Then if things seemed OK saturday morning
we would head for Long Island.
The surgery itself sucked, but could have been worse. I do not like it when my brain does not work right. Waking up from anesthetic is not like waking up from sleep. It takes much longer, and is much harder, bits of your brain keep falling off.
It wasn't even general anesthetic, it was a nerve block and sedative, I have no memory after the people in the operating room introduced themselves. And then I woke up in the recovery room with a can of coke I did not remember asking for (I am notorious for drinking coke at work, they call it my coke habit). I was the last person that day, it was friday, and they wanted me to go home. So they propped me up, and Graysoul took me home.
Friday night was not much. Hang out on the couch with percocet. Graysoul tells me that I did not seem especially affected and had nothing insane to say. I had a dream in which I was a pokemon though.
Saturday I was tired of having a cast, and we headed for Long Island. There was some navigational difficulty (google is an optimist) but we eventually made it. There were about seven other furries there, two in fursuits, party at JBadger's.
We got to meet his family, and some of the fire department people. Wish it was for a better reason.
After a week, the swelling had gone down, but my pinky was not bending right, so I got an appointment, and went climbing again.
The next week (soonest appointment available) they xrayed it, and noted that I had knocked the corner off the flange (not the correct term...) of the first joint on my pinky (right on my knuckle). But my complaint about how my finger was bending did not make sense to the doctor. He called it scissoring or mal-rotation, my pinky would hit my ring finger as I made a fist. So I should see another guy, the next day (thursday). I did not go climbing that wednesday.
The next guy noted that the bit I had broken off was an attachment point for a tendon, and it needed to be re-attached, Tomorrow (friday). So now I get to have surgery. And that requires a pre-op physical, and a responsible grown-up (they do not allow you to drive yourself home, and for very good reasons). Which occupied the rest of the afternoon.
The original plan for the weekend was to get Graysoul from DC, and then go to Long Island to visit JBadger. Getting Graysoul was moved up a day, and he could be my responsible grownup for the surgery. Then if things seemed OK saturday morning
we would head for Long Island.
The surgery itself sucked, but could have been worse. I do not like it when my brain does not work right. Waking up from anesthetic is not like waking up from sleep. It takes much longer, and is much harder, bits of your brain keep falling off.
It wasn't even general anesthetic, it was a nerve block and sedative, I have no memory after the people in the operating room introduced themselves. And then I woke up in the recovery room with a can of coke I did not remember asking for (I am notorious for drinking coke at work, they call it my coke habit). I was the last person that day, it was friday, and they wanted me to go home. So they propped me up, and Graysoul took me home.
Friday night was not much. Hang out on the couch with percocet. Graysoul tells me that I did not seem especially affected and had nothing insane to say. I had a dream in which I was a pokemon though.
Saturday I was tired of having a cast, and we headed for Long Island. There was some navigational difficulty (google is an optimist) but we eventually made it. There were about seven other furries there, two in fursuits, party at JBadger's.
We got to meet his family, and some of the fire department people. Wish it was for a better reason.
The biggest problem is trying to type with a sharpy. But the cast comes off in a week.
Good luck
And now I'll have nightmares about hand surgery.
Don't worry about hand surgery. Worry about hand injuries. q-:
I can't handle anesthetic at all. Even the recovery from it takes me a while. Good thing I never chose to be a rock star with a drug habit.
The worst hand injury so far was a really nasty cut on my left index finger. Needed three stitches. That was bad enough.
Hope you're doing better.