Ow. Oh, ow.
Jan. 17th, 2004 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxI hate making my boyfriend worry so deeply about me...he gets such a sad, pained, helpless, puppy look in his eyes and it upsets me so...
So when I went upstairs to the bathroom while waiting for the shrimp course that would follow the clams with garlic-butter sauce (Adam's mom was thinking of me), I glanced at my left hand while washing up. And I noticed that the pinky finger was blue. The whole thing, nail too. Like, classic no-circulation-whatsoever-why-can't-i-feel-my-limb blue. So I ran it under hot water. Didn't help. Got my bottle of Badger Balm's Sore Muscle Therapy body oil, which has ginger and cayenne, among other warming soothing oils. Rubbed it all over both hands, concentrating on the tiny left pinky. Gradually, it turned pink. Then red. Then pinkish red. And it was throbbing badly, but in a sharp, stinging "uh oh, something's not right" kind of way. I went back downstairs cradling my hand and trying to put on a blank everything's-okay face. I sat down and...sat, holding my hand, which was growing steadily more painful. Libby asked if I was okay. I mumbled that my finger hurt, got up, went into the kitchen where Adam and his dad were preparing shrimp. They gave me a puzzled, concerned look because I was gritting my teeth. I said there was something wrong with my finger. Then I looked at it. Then I looked at the right-hand pinky. The right one was nice and normal and skin-colored. The left was...crooked and red and throbbing sharply. The first and second knuckles both did not look normal at all; the first was far too bent to the outside, the second bent to the inside, giving the whole little finger a sickening twisted look. Adam took it and inspected it and said I may have crushed the knuckle, or dislocated it, or at the least wrenched, banged or bashed it. No kidding.
He tried to pull gently on it, and the sharp pain made me grab the freezer door handle. I kept crying for him to stop doing that; his dad chimed in with "If she's saying stop you should stop. You might be dislocating it more." So Adam frowned and kissed the finger and I was told to put ice in a baggie and the baggie in a towel to help bring down the swelling. So there I was at the dinner table with my little finger resting in a washcloth full of bagged ice, while Adam and Libby peeled my shrimp for me.
After dinner, Libby directed me to her bedroom nightstand for some extra strength ibuprofen. I emptied an old vitamin bottle of mine and filled it with a few pills from her gigantic bottle so I'd have some for later. I think that first dose just kicked in. It hurts, but I'm not feeling it as much now. My entire left hand has these irritating pins and needles and I still cannot make that pinky budge without audibly wincing. Siiiiigh. I really really wish I knew when it happened, how it happened, and why the hell I didn't notice until I went to wash? I mean, did it happen at Undeaded, say when I was massaging Andrew's shoulder? Possibly when I pressed too hard or folded my fingers under to use the knuckles on my hands? I mean, that healing session went on for a while, till Andrew was the one who told me to stop. I don't remember doing anything heavy or strenuous with that hand, nothing that could have harmed the littlest finger. Ummm.
Ow. That hurts. No, I didn't do anything. It just hurts. I don't think I'll need a doctor just yet, but if I wake up tomorrow with a blue and numb pinky, I'm gonna do...something. Adam suggested that he splint and tape, it which would still hurt a lot. But the finger doesn't look visibly really broken, so I dunno. Never broke a bone before, wouldn't know. Just hurts. Sigh again.
So when I went upstairs to the bathroom while waiting for the shrimp course that would follow the clams with garlic-butter sauce (Adam's mom was thinking of me), I glanced at my left hand while washing up. And I noticed that the pinky finger was blue. The whole thing, nail too. Like, classic no-circulation-whatsoever-why-can't-i-feel-my-limb blue. So I ran it under hot water. Didn't help. Got my bottle of Badger Balm's Sore Muscle Therapy body oil, which has ginger and cayenne, among other warming soothing oils. Rubbed it all over both hands, concentrating on the tiny left pinky. Gradually, it turned pink. Then red. Then pinkish red. And it was throbbing badly, but in a sharp, stinging "uh oh, something's not right" kind of way. I went back downstairs cradling my hand and trying to put on a blank everything's-okay face. I sat down and...sat, holding my hand, which was growing steadily more painful. Libby asked if I was okay. I mumbled that my finger hurt, got up, went into the kitchen where Adam and his dad were preparing shrimp. They gave me a puzzled, concerned look because I was gritting my teeth. I said there was something wrong with my finger. Then I looked at it. Then I looked at the right-hand pinky. The right one was nice and normal and skin-colored. The left was...crooked and red and throbbing sharply. The first and second knuckles both did not look normal at all; the first was far too bent to the outside, the second bent to the inside, giving the whole little finger a sickening twisted look. Adam took it and inspected it and said I may have crushed the knuckle, or dislocated it, or at the least wrenched, banged or bashed it. No kidding.
He tried to pull gently on it, and the sharp pain made me grab the freezer door handle. I kept crying for him to stop doing that; his dad chimed in with "If she's saying stop you should stop. You might be dislocating it more." So Adam frowned and kissed the finger and I was told to put ice in a baggie and the baggie in a towel to help bring down the swelling. So there I was at the dinner table with my little finger resting in a washcloth full of bagged ice, while Adam and Libby peeled my shrimp for me.
After dinner, Libby directed me to her bedroom nightstand for some extra strength ibuprofen. I emptied an old vitamin bottle of mine and filled it with a few pills from her gigantic bottle so I'd have some for later. I think that first dose just kicked in. It hurts, but I'm not feeling it as much now. My entire left hand has these irritating pins and needles and I still cannot make that pinky budge without audibly wincing. Siiiiigh. I really really wish I knew when it happened, how it happened, and why the hell I didn't notice until I went to wash? I mean, did it happen at Undeaded, say when I was massaging Andrew's shoulder? Possibly when I pressed too hard or folded my fingers under to use the knuckles on my hands? I mean, that healing session went on for a while, till Andrew was the one who told me to stop. I don't remember doing anything heavy or strenuous with that hand, nothing that could have harmed the littlest finger. Ummm.
Ow. That hurts. No, I didn't do anything. It just hurts. I don't think I'll need a doctor just yet, but if I wake up tomorrow with a blue and numb pinky, I'm gonna do...something. Adam suggested that he splint and tape, it which would still hurt a lot. But the finger doesn't look visibly really broken, so I dunno. Never broke a bone before, wouldn't know. Just hurts. Sigh again.
