The pinkie injury story
Sunday, October 14, 2012
I know I've whined about this before: spark and apple are not friends. I really wish I could easily upload pics. I emailed some to myself to post on my last blog and they're sideways. I'm sorry! And now I'm typing this on my iPhone. Autocorrect disasters abound!
3 weeks ago today I was all excited about a new 14 mile running route with DH. Not even 2 miles into the run, I trip. On a shoelace, on a sidewalk crack, on my own clumsiness. Who knows?! Basically I landed on my left pinkie finger. My leg was a little scraped, but it was my hand that was in rough shape. Since my legs were fine, I wanted to try to keep going. We cut it short, but still managed 7 miles. Your call: I'm a complete idiot. Or a bada$$!! (OK, fine. A little of both)
DH wanted me to go to urgent care. I went to my parent's instead. My mom used to be a nurse and set it in a little splint. And said it may be dislocated. My dad told me rugby stories of setting ther broken fingers with Popsicle sticks. My mom swears that she said to get it checke out if the swelling didn't go down the next day. It wouldn't be the first time in my life that I ignored advice that I didn't like.
I still couldn't bend it the next day and again DH said, "go see a doctor." And I again ignored him. At this point it is fair to say that I fall in the complete idiot category. To be honest some of this is because of the cost of health care. We've been paying bills for the past 3 years: births of 2 kids then DHs accident. We've had a lot of health care bills and I'm sick of it. I was hoping that this would magically heal itself.
After about a week I knew something was really wrong. The finger looked like a Z. It was that crooked and it still hurt quite a bit. But as we all know, days can go by rather quickly an all of a sudden it's been a week. On Thursday night my mom saw me and she must have noticed when I winced or something. She screamed, "Maura Jeanne! You need to see a doctor immediately."
OK, that did it. When your mom uses your middle name, you know it's serious. I called first thing Friday morning and got x-rayed that afternoon. I will try to get the picture uploaded later. It really is something. They said I won film of the week. Which in some sick way makes me very happy! It's not broken, but I damaged tendons. And the volar plate shifted so now part of the bone is growing in the wrong direction. All that to say: surgery. One of the doctors wanted me to go in immediately. Another wanted to try a bent splint for a week. They gathered a whole team together and compromised. Surgery is Tuesday afternoon. Finger is in a splint now. The splint has it in a forced bend, which is unfortunately very painful.
The good news is that I'm still able to run! Ha! I have a real sickness. I ran 10 this morning with some friends and we ha a blast and there was no pain. And when they were scheduling the surgery and changed it to Tuesday, I said "yes! That's better!" Because I want to run with my group Tuesday morning. See? I have a sick addiction.
I know all runners eventually deal with injury. I never thought mine would be with one teeny pinkie finger! I'm a little nervous so I'd appreciate any positive energy or prayers that you've got.
Happy Sunday sparkfriends!