Last month, on the 20th, I was drilling at Jiu-Jitsu class. We were working on standing guard arm bars when my partner started giving some resistance and wondering how to counter. I really didn't think anything about it until he really laid into breaking my lapel grips. Now something to keep in mind; I was hanging from him like a baby monkey. I stand at 5'4" and he somewhere around 6'2" at least. I'm sure it looked pretty comical.
So he grabs my hands and just starts ripping away. I'm trying to keep em of course when one of my knuckles pop a little and I get a nasty finger sprain - or so I thought. My left ringer finger swelled up pretty fast. I could move it enough to finish most of the class but bumping it made me a little dizzy now and then. I still thought it was just sprained. When it was time to roll I even managed to for one round. By the time it was time for the second round I couldn't close my hand so I quit for the first time in class. I think that hurt more than the finger.
The next day my finger and palm looked like a rainbow of colors. I was still thinking just a sprain. Fast forward two weeks and I was beginning to suspect it was broken since I still couldn't make a fist, my finger couldn't flex out all the way, it still hurt like a bitch and it looked - crooked. So I sucked it up and went to my family doctor. She took one look and confirmed what I feared. I had officially broken a bone in my body for the first time. She chastised me for waiting so long, then sent me to Radiology.
I honestly expected a hair fracture or two. I was a little shocked when I saw it snapped clean in two. I was told I had two options.
Option One: I could let it finish healing. I would lose about half an inch on my finger length, I might not be able to hyper-extend it or close it all the way again, I would lose gripping strength and it would be crooked. Forever.
Option Two: Surgery. Full anesthesia. They'd open my finger up, remove the new bone growth (you can see it in the x-ray), straighten it out, then screw it in place. Full recovery with no side effects other than an even stronger finger.
I went with option two. It really wasn't much of a choice really. Did I mention I'm left-handed? I also like to think of myself as something of a shitty artist too. I love to draw, I sculpt, I do a lot of digital graphic work, woodworking, I sew and quite a bit of fiberglass work. The point is, I love working artistically with my hands. So I really kind of need my finger. Nevermind I can't really write my own name without gripping the pen like a one year old. Plus? I really miss Jiu-Jitsu. Badly.
I was pretty nervous about the surgery. Waking up was very disturbing and disorienting. I laid down listening to Before He Cheats in the operating room and woke up in a bed with my left arm in a cast. So now I'll forever carry around two screws.
My follow up appointment is next week so hopefully this half cast will come off and I can go back to Jiu-Jitsu, finish the ocarina's I started, finish the poker table I'm building and work more effectively on the few digital projects I got on the back burner.
I haven't been completely idle though. I can still type even if I do get laughed and pointed at by Marcel whenever he sees me typing with my thumb. I even managed to create and update my Obsidian Portal site for my GURPS Shadowrun 4th Edition Conversion. It was mostly copying and pasting since the work was already done but it still took a couple of days.
If your a cyberpunk fan (and I know you secretly are even if you don't know you are), then take a gander.
I'm totally geeking out on Obsidian Portal lately for lots of reasons but that's for another post later.
So I'm out for now. It's time for some more Vicodin and maybe even some food.
Oh, this post? One-handed with a thumb punch now and then. Go me.