Monday, April 28, 2014

POW (accent on OW) Part I

On a fateful day at the end of March, I was walking along, MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, when my toe caught on a crack and I gracefully sailed through the air  landed with a SPLAT! and a SKID! and thoroughly ruffed up my face, obliterated my dignity, and snapped my poor ring finger in two.

*pause for appropriate amounts of sympathy* poor me. 
This is when the swelling started. It got blue-er and swollen-er and yada, yada, yada... this happened:

I have to admit, I got a little emotional at this point, not because it was a big decision (it was clear that it had to GO ) but it occurred to me in that moment that this teeny-tiny diamond was bought by a 19 year boy who scraped together all his money to ask me to marry him.  I've worn it every day since Christmas eve 1990. It was a little sad.

(I'm over it now and saving up for the UPGRADE!)

I rode home exhausted, looking a little raggedy, and in a pretty fair amount of pain:

It wasn't pretty, but I made it through the week, and went to my follow up appointment, still in a pretty significant amount of pain.  The X-ray shed a little light on the subject:
I don't know if you can see it very well, but whathahappenedwas apparently, the one bone piece had kinda slipped off the base, making it all crooked-y and then it healed up a little bit, so it had to be twisted and pulled and repositioned, and put back on the base.  

*pause for the appropriate amount of sympathy*

Then, in an effort to keep me from needing surgery and a pin to be placed, they fashioned a cast around what feels like my whole entire arm:
And now? I wait. I have about a week until it's removed and replaced with a splint, and my doctor said I can shop for a ring in about 3-4 months, after all the swelling and rebuilding is all done.Ugh.

I've been surprised at how many things are INCREMENTALLY more difficult (like washing my hair, and opening a bottle of whiskey water bottle, and oh, I don't know... sleeping) and am often annoyed (my cast often hits the CAPS LOCK BUTTON WHILE I AM TYPING WITH MY SEVEN WORKING FINGERS) but all-in-all, I guess it could be worse. At least, that's what perfect strangers tell me as they regale me with their stories of what happened to their sister's best friend's babysitter's uncle. 

I tell you this whole long story because you'll need it for the next installment of this post... you guys, I think the bloggy mojo is coming back, because I got a doozy of a word picture when I was experiencing this "everyday life" situation, and I can't wait to share....


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Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;
Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 
Make me hear joy and gladness,
That the bones You have broken may rejoice. 
Hide Your face from my sins,
And blot out all my iniquities.

Create in me a clean heart, O God,
And renew a steadfast spirit within me. 
Do not cast me away from Your presence,
And do not take Your Holy Spirit from me.

Restore to me the joy of Your salvation,
And uphold me by Your generous Spirit.
Then I will teach transgressors Your ways,
And sinners shall be converted to You.
Psalm 51:7-13

5 comments:

Becky said...

Glad you're back at at! Who says you h ave to wait all that time? You could always put the ring on the other hand until this one heals!

His Girl said...

Yes, I totally can! The argument for waiting is that we don't know what size my finger will be when I'm all healed. Rumor has it that it will be a completely different size than before.

Gretchen said...

You'll do anything for a cast with "POW!", won't you? ;)

Vindiciti said...

-groan- Next installment? I can't wait! I want to know more NOOOW! I need more His Girl bloggy goodness!

alex21 said...

Very nice decorated cast.Has your arm tottaly healed?Hope you feel better and dont have any pain.