Friday, January 25, 2013

Still Unbroken

There are just some blog posts that write themselves.

If you read for content at all, you'll know during my January 12 of 12 almost two weeks ago, I fell on slippery hardwood and crashed my hand into a glass doorknob on the way to the ground.

Being who I am, I powered through the pain, yet stupid enough to not take anything for it. Because I'm a man!  I real live man.

Or to quote Ron Burgundy: "I'm a man who discovered the wheel, and built the Eiffel Tower out of metal and brawn! That's what kind of man I am. You're just a woman with a small brain. With a brain a third the size of ours. It's science."

Ok, I'm a stupid man.

While the pain has lessened, it is not as much as one would think after 12 days. I finally thought I should see someone about it.  Since there was no visible swelling or bruising, it occurred to me that I possibly broke a bone or two.

Now having been to see a doctor, that seems not to have been the case.

Clearly there was trauma to the hand, but nothing broken.  Only time can heal it.

Yes, the above is not the part of the post that was writing itself.  This is:

My nurse (?) signed into the electronic medical record so I could take this pic.  I just looked at him and asked if that was his real name.  It was.

Since I can't always control my mouth, my immediate follow-up was: "So how is that working out for you?"   He said it has not been good since 1972.  I would have guessed '58, but what do I know?

Coincidence of first name aside, "Nixon" is one of those names no one really know, like "Hitler".  Even if it did exist, no one is admitting to having it.  Well, except my nurse (?).

Mr. President asked me about my upcoming birthday.  Is it considered upcoming if it's over six months away?  It was an odd comment, but it I'll get back to that.

Looking at his name, it reminded me of a gay couple we knew in Columbus - Pat and Rich.  We called them the Nixons.  I was just sitting waiting for the doc thinking of that and it made me smile.

Anyways, the doc says if I still have pain by week six (four from now), that I should come back. I don't think there is anything they can do for me, so we'll see - even if I do have pain.

This hand view freaked me out.  I mean, it's fine if you're a character in Communion, or Close Encounters.  Even getting my hand into that position was odd.

Whomever read the xray while I was waiting for the doc placed an arrow at my wrist, indicating that is where they thought my issue might be.  It wasn't.  I did however, break the wrist when I was 11 or 12, but it still shows up  to this day.  Who knew?

So, while the nurse (?) asked if I was ok with turning 50 (in six months !!!!), I started to think about my ear, my foot, my shoulder and now my hand.  I am fucking falling apart - and even before I'm AARP certified.

On the way out, I passed my nurse (?) and he wished me a happy birthday (it is in six months!!!!).

I told him to say hello to Pat, Tricia and Julie.

Song by: Lynyrd Skynyrd


Erik Rubright said...

That second hand view freaked me out too. I thought maybe you were jacking with the xray tech and doing things while they were taking pictures.

Hopefully your hand get to feeling like it's 21 again soon. Hopefully.

anne marie in philly said...

that IS freaky, both the hand shot AND the nurse's name.

turning 50 is no big deal; remember, as a cancer survivor, you are grateful just to be alive.

now I am pushing 60 - I am a bit uncomfortable trying THAT number on for size!

glad to see nothing is broken.

x said...

I'm with Erik, the second shot looked like you were being rear-ended and holding on to the plate for dear life. Hope the hand feels better soon.

cb said...

You fall. A lot.