One Handed Typing
Monday, November 21, 2005 | 12:37 pm
It's not what you're thinking (well, I suppose that depends on what you are thinking).
In the first game of the soccer season with my new (all English) team, I bounced off a couple of tackles from over-rambunctious 21 year olds, and fell on my right hand—which went *pop*. Loud enough for the ref to hear, and a few of their younger players to come over excitedly and want to see it.
Dislocated finger said the physical therapist on our team. Maybe a fracture, see if it swells. Didn't continue the game as we were up 4-1, and I was feeling a little woosy. But no major pain, so went for beer after the game, and then went out that Saturday night. and drank a lot more with The Wife and others. Besides a few occasions where she grabbed my hand, it was easy to keep out of harms way.
Wife left for 4 weeks that Sunday (we see each other next in Portland for Thanksgiving), and Monday morning I decided to see my doctor as there was clicking in the knuckle, and some swelling. He sends me to hand specialist (whos first request is to ask you to fill out 4 pages of insurance paperwork?!), One x-ray later — broken hand. Middle finger meta-carpal (#11 in the image) went snap, clean and diagonal.
Still no pain, unless you count what a pain-in-the-arse having a splint on your right hand is. It is a half circle cast from pinkie finger almost to the elbow, and the three fingers on my right hand, as well as the rest of the forearm are bandaged into it. You should have seen my signature on the payment at the doctors. Amazingly, this is really my first major broken bone (minor fractures during my martial arts days, and all my major sports injuries are joint related - knees, spine, ankles). So this whole splint thing is new to me. All I can say is that my gorgeous wife, being away for the next 4 weeks, is getting off easy. I better get sympathy credit.
Heres the daily frustration list: Things that are more difficult to do now:
- Do up shoe laces
- Style (dubious use of the term) my hair
- Wash my left armpit
- Drive a manual/stick
- Iron
- Type
Things that are damn near impossible to do now:
- Dry yourself after showering
- Pop a zit
- Cut a steak
- Open a twist-top
- Write (or use a Wacom tablet+pen)
- Make your cast smell nice
If, as a man, you think there is a notable exclusion from the list (especially considering my wifes absence), it's because I was willing to persevere with that task, no matter what it took.
We find out this week whether they will want to pin it. Surgery seems to be a 50-50 proposition these days, so I'd rather have none (never been under a general before either), but then again, its not a finger you want healing crooked and not 100%.
4 Comments:
You actually iron? I am awestruck.
After re-reading, I really am expecting a comment about my quote "never been under a general before".
Cheers,
Ironing Man
You may or may not know this, but I have broken every finger on both hands at one time or another. The most annoying of them is the middle finger on my right hand, which dislocated and broke when someone accidentally closed the trunk of my family's car while I was leaning on the bottom lip of it.
I never had the gi-normous cast you describe, so cheers to you for besting me there. No surgery either, but I did have the uneviable experience of having my knuckle popped back into its socket, which was no picnic.
The good news with every finger mishap that I ever had was that after the accident itself and any splinting/relocation fun, the pain was basically over. Doesn't mean it's not a complete pain in the ass, though. Very inconvenient, as you've already discovered.
In retrospect, perhaps I should have had the big cast or surgery or something for the dislocated finger, because it healed pretty badly. It's sort of permanently curled because it was splinted oddly to my ring finger for the second half of the healing process and it was curled in that double splint. Most of my fingers are subtly off-kilter, but this one is the worst. It sounds like they're protecting you pretty well from that fate with that contraption you're in. I suppose the state of the art has progressed since the last time I whacked one of my fingers. (About three years ago—I actually slammed my own finger in my car door because it kind of got stuck on the lip of the door.)
Even with all that mess and the permacurled finger, it doesn't really give me much trouble. Hopefully your outcome will be at least that good.
Kathy - I've known people who have run afoul of The Mob, and hey have had less broken fingers than you!
FYI - no surgery. And it was bone #12, not 11 (I realized looking at the xray today).
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