The Thumb Incident

Well...and interesting thing happened a couple of days ago. I nearly lost my thumb. Interesting hunh? So how did this very fascinating thing happen? I shall tell you. I do a lot of various jobs for my platoon along with being their over worked medic. One of those jobs is drive a monstrous vehicle called an MRAP. The thing is a power house, and I feel like I've conquered the road whenever I drive that thing. Anyway, before we leave the wire I put this thing down, and it's rather clunky and awkwardly shaped and has some sharp edges to it. As I was putting it down, my hand slipped and it smashed down on my other hand's thumb. Fortunately, it attacked my right hand's thumb so it makes living all the more fun...I'm right handed by the way.

Anyway, the nail came completely off, it sliced through the bone completely and about three quarter's of the way through my entire thumb, and the rest of it was just wiggling there like it lost it's will to live. Thankfully that piece found its will again when the wonderful series of medical personnel took care of it and stitched it back together. Aside from the massive amount of pain, it's really not that bad. Cleaning it and changing the bandage can be somewhat shocking. It looks like something out of Frankenstein. BUT the good news is all the tissue is viable so no complete amputation necessary my partial amputation was enough to get its point across, and my joint isn't damaged, my nerves are healing which means sensation is coming back...sometimes painful, but it's still sensation. And in a short two weeks the stitches will be removed, and in about five to six the bone will be healed. Yay!

Did I mention that this occured the day BEFORE the last paper of my english class was due? Yes, it was. I finished it in time with a wonderful dose of Percocet to make me blissfully forget about the pain from typing. And that's what's setting the incredible tone of this entry right now. Anyway, I got an A in the class. Go me, and a bag of chips. Now I'm starving and waiting for my husband to get back from his mission. Unfortunately he's in his least favorite place probably in the entire world. Go figure. So he'll be home soon, which means CHOW, another 2 percocet, an antibiotic. Yes, I'm taking 4 a day which equates to 2,000 mg of cephalexin a day. Since you're wondering, I'm sure. Then shower and bed since I'll be in another world by that point. Apparently I'm slightly insane right now. I don't know why, but Michael has all of these crazy stories concerning me, what I do during my sleep, and how I'm hateful in the morning. I don't believe a single word of it. It's just not possible. Why would I shout out, "THE SLEEPING BAG IS PISSING ME OFF!" I swear I don't hold anything against the sleeping bag.

I would include pictures of my thumb since I took a bunch in my stupor. But I don't think they're for the light of heart. It's seen its better days, I'll just put it that way. Anyway, that's the latest.