"It's called a thru and thru,"
said Dr. Pollack,
the hand surgeon as he examined my left hand.
"In one side and out the other!"
"In one side and out the other!"
He was like a kid looking at a new toy,
turning my left hand over and then over again
moving it into different positions.
moving it into different positions.
"It could take a year or more for you to get all the feeling back in your finger."
"You are very lucky it didn't cut the nerve and muscles
more
than
it
did.
The knife
was turned at just the right angle
that it went
right
between
the
bones
in your hand."
Lucky
I thought.
Sure didn't feel lucky with both my hands laying on the exam table of a hand surgeon.
Being a musician,
Being a musician,
an artist
and
a
massage therapist
my hands
are
me.
Truth be known,
I was extremely lucky,
or the real word is
"Blessed"
very
very
a
massage therapist
my hands
are
me.
Truth be known,
I was extremely lucky,
or the real word is
"Blessed"
very
very
blessed.
I was sitting in the office of Dr. P.
He was smart.
He was awesome.
He was handsome.
We are the same age.
I was there to have him
"Fix"
my right hand.
Fix it he did.
I had fallen at a gig playing drums
(favorite toys)
In Soccoro, New Mexico.
I had on a pair of old sandals that should have met their demise long ago
and
I didn't see a small elevation in the concrete.
We were just about to go on stage
and
I went down on both wrists.
Ouch.
Oh man.
This hurts.
Soldier on.
I shattered my scaphoid bone in my right wrist.
Of course I didn't know that immediately.
It took mowing the yard to finally shatter it all the way.
Hello More Pain.
My old friend.
Familiar Bone.
Something about bone pain.
I have had a lot of that in my life.
The deep stuff.
Anyway,
I couldn't do much of anything at all with my right hand anymore.
I couldn't brush my hair, my teeth, wash my floor, my truck.
I couldn't play music without pain.
I couldn't massage without pain.
I couldn't wash dishes without pain.
Pleasure in anything
was aloof.
Dr. P
was 120 miles away in Lubbock
so it was always time,
effort and money
to make an appointment happen.
Like I said,
I am blessed
and friend M
drove me
in little Blue,
(her Honda)
every single visit I had.
We ate at the same Subway
on our way home
every time I was coherent enough to eat.
It was a surgery that you went in early
and went home the same day.
Rough.
I had pins and had to have another surgery to remove them.
It was a grueling 10 weeks of pain.
I would tell Dr. P,
"I can feel those pins in there! They are killing me!"
I was sitting in the office of Dr. P.
He was smart.
He was awesome.
He was handsome.
We are the same age.
I was there to have him
"Fix"
my right hand.
Fix it he did.
I had fallen at a gig playing drums
(favorite toys)
In Soccoro, New Mexico.
I had on a pair of old sandals that should have met their demise long ago
and
I didn't see a small elevation in the concrete.
We were just about to go on stage
and
I went down on both wrists.
Ouch.
Oh man.
This hurts.
Soldier on.
I shattered my scaphoid bone in my right wrist.
Of course I didn't know that immediately.
It took mowing the yard to finally shatter it all the way.
Hello More Pain.
My old friend.
Familiar Bone.
Something about bone pain.
I have had a lot of that in my life.
The deep stuff.
Anyway,
I couldn't do much of anything at all with my right hand anymore.
I couldn't brush my hair, my teeth, wash my floor, my truck.
I couldn't play music without pain.
I couldn't massage without pain.
I couldn't wash dishes without pain.
Pleasure in anything
was aloof.
Dr. P
was 120 miles away in Lubbock
so it was always time,
effort and money
to make an appointment happen.
Like I said,
I am blessed
and friend M
drove me
in little Blue,
(her Honda)
every single visit I had.
We ate at the same Subway
on our way home
every time I was coherent enough to eat.
It was a surgery that you went in early
and went home the same day.
Rough.
I had pins and had to have another surgery to remove them.
It was a grueling 10 weeks of pain.
I would tell Dr. P,
"I can feel those pins in there! They are killing me!"
More bone pain.....
He would look at me with a puzzled look and say,
He would look at me with a puzzled look and say,
"you shouldn't be able to really feel those.
Most people don't."
" They feel like sewing needles in there!" I said.
Well hell,
I'll be right again,
he took the pins out and gave them to me,
and they are exactly like sewing needles.
OUCH!!!
" They feel like sewing needles in there!" I said.
Well hell,
I'll be right again,
he took the pins out and gave them to me,
and they are exactly like sewing needles.
OUCH!!!
MOMMY!!!!!!
"How in the heck do you think I wouldn't feel those!"
"OH, my"
That's my RIGHT hand
Let's get back to my
"How in the heck do you think I wouldn't feel those!"
"OH, my"
That's my RIGHT hand
Let's get back to my
left
hand.
I am a foodie
I am a foodie
and love to cook.
I had a brace
on my right hand.
My left was fine,
just doing all the work.
I decided to make tacos
and guacamole for supper.
I had some beautiful avocados.
I decided to put on
plastic gloves
the kind you use to wash dishes.
They were too big
and bright yellow.
This was a very stupid thing to do.
Even more stupid get them wet.
I had watched Martha Stewart make guacamole and she kinda stabbed the seed and just plucked it out.
Looked easy enough.
ya right.
I was holding the avocado half in my left hand and the knife in my right hand.
I proceed to channel
Martha
and
stab
the
seed.
Now, that is to say
stabbed it with the point of the knife.
As you can probably guess by now
I didn't stab the seed.
The point of the knife slipped off the seed,
went thru the avocado
and thru my hand.
Oh Lord.
More pain.
Lots of blood.
My middle finger went instantly numb
the others started too also
but not as bad.
I quickly pulled the knife
out of my hand.
It went all the way through the glove on both sides.
I threw the knife and avocado in the sink
pulled off the glove
blood was going everywhere.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped my hand and pressed it against my chest
to try and stop the bleeding.
J
was working on the AC out on the front porch.
I started hollering for him
but he couldn't hear me.
I went out side and told him
I needed to go to the emergency room
that I had cut my hand pretty bad.
I was starting to feel pretty weak.
It scared him pretty bad.
We got in the truck and started for the hospital.
He drove like a maniac!
I had to calm him down
and make him
slow
down.
I was traumatized again!
Scared bone bone!
The hospital is about 25 miles
from my house.
Once we made it there
they took me in and X-rayed my
hand and soaked it in some kind of solution.
It was burning and hurting pretty good.
Big pain bone.
I didn't get stitches but they bandaged it up real tight.
I had to leave it like that for about 10 days.
I got pain pills and antibiotics.
Good toys.
What an experience.
Since I was seeing Dr P for my right hand
I let him take off the bandage
and see if it was ok.
It did take a long time
to get the feeling back
and quite a while to be able to close my hand
especially my middle finger.
Everything is ok now with my hands.
My fingers on the right one are arthritic because
I couldn't move them for 10 weeks.
My skin on the right hand
looks years older than my left.
I cant close my right hand all the way either.
Give and take.
Thats' the way it always goes.
I did get lots of love,
big bones
and
feel good toys!