Fun Times
So, it appears my crushed knuckle is just bound and determined to not heal properly.
The fun part is that xrays don’t show the problem – though it’s visible to the naked eye. So…my doctor is writing up a referral to a hand specialist and I get to start undergoing lots and lots of poking and prodding. Yay, me.
About 13 years ago, a young gentleman figured it would be the ideal way to show how much he cared about me by taking a ball peen hammer to my pinky knuckle. Irony of ironies – my knuckle did not shatter or truly break…It compressed. It’s easier to call it crushed because people look at you all sorts of odd when you try to call it a “compressed” knuckle. Anyway – it’s always been very fragile since the tendon no longer hand a trench to ride in…that sucker would pop off at the slightest provocation. And I’d be in a cast for a couple of weeks.
Well, the other day I decided to change shirts in a hurry – and slammed the ever loving dickens out of said knuckle – right on the EDGE of a door. I hit the ground, stomach started revolting, stars swam before my eyes…it hurt as bad as when Steve first took the hammer to it. I whipped out my temporary cast that I keep on hand and slammed my hand into it. A week later, the pain was still excruciating – and a new bit of something something was going on….I couldn’t form a fist. So, I went to the doctor. Get this…an exact quote “Well, I can’t see anything wrong – though there obviously is an issue”…I wanted to ask for my money back. I mean, seriously.
Anyway – so that’s where I am. I will most likely be going through a series of surgeries and have been warned that I could wind up in a cast for several months if I do decide to go this route. It’s pretty much just waiting on the insurance to decide if they are going to cover it or not……….Specialists aren’t cheap.
