Quick Update:
I was riding my bike with Maki on a leash on Tuesday. A kid hit a wiffle ball across the street and Maki decided to take after it. Needless to say, I ate it, hard.
I landed on the pinky finger of my right hand and my face. My wonderful neighbors found me crying on the street and helped me call Kev to come take me to the hospital. They helped me get off the street, and a got a look at my finger. It was going 90degrees the wrong direction. I lost it at that point. My awesome neighbor had her kids take Maki and got me a towel to wrap my hand in, so I wouldn't have to look at it.
Kev took me to the hospital, where I learned that i had not actually broken my finger off, as I had thought. I had an open dislocation, which it where you dislocate your joint so hard that it comes through your skin. Gross right?
So, I ended up having hand surgery on Tuesday night. They actually called in the OR staff and a hand specialist just for me... I'm terrified to see the bill...
I'm typing left handed right now, and am ingesting a steady stream of Vicodin and antibiotics...
Hopefully the new splint that I get tomorrow will allow me to become a productive member of society once again... I feel so guilty having to miss work....
But I did get to see a 7 week old Corgi puppy tonight. :) She was super cute.
I know this is random, but really, it's what you get at this point...
