Sunday, September 19, 2010

Finger Photos

Well, most of us know that I had my finger smashed in the mall door two weeks ago. I was helping Pam slide the doors open on Sunday morning; I'd slide them in the section in the wall and she'd pass me the ones from further away. Well, that got a little hasty and as I had my hand pushing behind the door the next one arrived at my right middle finger nail, and smash! A pretty good sized door coming pretty quickly took out my middle finger nail bouncing the lower part of my nail out underneath my cuticle.

I got my hand out from between shook it hard twice, actually trying to "shake it off." The throbbing quickly started blood started pooling and I walked downstairs. Long story short, I got dizzy, nauseous, had some blurred vision and ringing in my ears before it all faded to a muffle, started sweating profusely and ended up having my boss call an ambulance because I didn't know what to do, nor did she. I laid down and by the time they got there I was feeling better. They took my blood pressure, which if I recall correctly was like 100/70, which is low for me. If I remember correctly at the couple doctor visits after it was about 115/75 or 80. The ambulance man didn't even look at it closely to maybe have a suggestion to take care of it right then and he just slapped a band aid on it before I worked the rest of the day.

I worked with it throbbing on Monday, Labor Day, and thought I should seek a second opinion as I wasn't sure how my nail would miraculously settle back into my nail bed. Well, that ended up having me annoyingly, oh so annoyingly, spend my three days off in a row that I had because of Labor Day spend a couple hours at Allina, Summit Orthopedics on Wednesday and going back to their Landmark Center in St. Paul for the finger surgery.

That's right, surgery. Minor surgery and all but that's what it was. For the first time I entered a flat out surgical center room with the huge lamps overhead, hook ups for anything you'd ever want, enough blue covering to make a Smurf the size of a skyscraper and enough air conditioning to go hypothermia.

The worst part was that I had to spend all of that time, my own time, getting this garbage fixed. And how many times do I get three days off in a row, just because that's how the schedule is? Well, this might have been the first time in five years of working there, surely not more than a few times.

Anyway, I'm going to post some pictures. Take a look. Or shield your eyes and stop reading now.

























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