All because I was doing what I normally do in the spring time. I was putzing around in my garden. See the little agave pup sprouting to the right of the rock? It's a Shark agave offspring. I was excited to find it but worried that I would ho it down like I've done to it's siblings in my aggressive manner of weeding.
To protect my little baby, I picked up the rock to move it next to the pup as a marker. The problem was, I fell down on my driveway. I went down, the rock followed and used my finger as a launching pad.
I thought I only tore the finger nail off. I rushed to the kitchen to run water over the wound. the Chicklet helped get some bandages and off to urgent care I went. This accident is the only time I regret driving a stick shift... Urgent Care couldn't do much except soak my finger, numb it, take an x-ray and send me to the ER.
I went home, gathered up the Chicklet to drop her off at friends. I figured it was going to be an all nighter in the ER. I was still wondering where the rock had ended up. I found it across the driveway. Some launch...
The ER doc took one look at my finger and re-wrapped it. It was surgery for me. I was one big wuss. I think they put me on an IV to replace all the fluids I lost bawling. The drugs were doing their thing. My finger wasn't hurting at all.
This wasn't what I had in mind when I thought about losing some weight. I lost the tip of the finger. The nail was saved. No sense getting into manicures now.
Manuevering has been ackward and managing the pain has improved. It's slowed me down but it wasn't going to hold me back. Painted some papers and made a gorgeous book for our principal who's retiring. It was relief to be able to produce.
My next appointment with the surgeon is this week. I'm going to ask when I can start swimming. The school year is almost over and my back fin is getting "the itch." Who would have thought that one finger could create such a mess? I am grateful it was only one finger and it wasn't the nose picker, either!