The next morning my finger was huge and blue so I decided to go to the doctor. I went to urgent care and the x-rays showed my finger was broken in a few places. They made me an appointment for Thursday with an orthopedic doctor. The doctor gave me 2 choices: have surgery or never be able to bend your finger again. Of course I opted with the surgery. On Friday I went for a CT scan and on Monday morning I was in for surgery.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Finally Pages of my Finger
I finally had time to do a few pages of my finger. Here is the journal writing:
On Tuesday, September 2 I was at flag football practice and we were doing a flag pulling drill. I went to grab a flag and my finger got caught in a teammates shorts. He pulled one way and I pulled the other. My finger at the top joint went with him, but the rest of my finger went with me. I immediately fell to the ground and grabbed my finger and pushed it back (not a pleasant feeling), but I knew I had to do that because if I saw my finger I was going to pass out. My coach and teammates decided it was probably just a jam so I continued practicing. I am playing with mostly undergraduate students who are nine almost ten years younger than me, so I couldn't be the old wimpy lady and kept practicing. In only a few minutes my finger was too swollen to move, so I stayed on the field but didn't catch or pull any more flags. I got home that night at around 9:30 and immediately iced it.
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Boy this page brings back such memories of my hand, wrist, theraphy.. I have to say it tokk almost 2 years of constance working my hand to be able to do them all right and even now there is soreness when all my fingers under..
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