Now I can say all sort of strange things happen to me!!! Let’s start at the beginning. On December 30th, trying not to fall I held on to a shelf in my closet. I managed to hold on, but unfortunately my hand got caught and my pinky was bent out of shape. Literally. It didn’t hurt at the beginning and Frankie and I had a good laugh looking at it. We were going out to dinner with friends, so there was no time to do much about that. I taped it really tight and forgot about it for the rest of the night.
I should have known it was not going to be alright. At our age, my sister keeps reminding me, everything that happens can cause permanent damage. Don’t even want to think what that means!!! So it was that the next day, I knew I needed help. My finger was hurting like crazy and still looking rather funny. Off we went to the Baptist Urgent Care facility near our home. After a couple of hours of waiting, several X-Rays, doctor and nurses coming and going, a metal splint was fitted to my finger. Immediately, it felt better, but the diagnosis was not good: lacerated tendon. Sounded awful and the doctor talked about a hand specialist, maybe surgery. Not what I wanted to hear the last day of the year. There was a New Year to welcome.
I was to wear this contraption for about 2 week, taking it off only to shower. The finger had to be taped before put back into the splint. If anything, I am good at following instructions if they would safe me a trip to a doctor!!! For the next two weeks, I was very good about this. I went to the pool, went out on a sailboat with friends, sat in the hot tub (great for the dull ache in my finger), completed small chores around the house; everything while wearing my splint.
This past Sunday, there was excitement in the air. The New England Patriots were playing the Indianapolis Colt for the AFC Championship. Boston sports teams are taken very seriously in our house. After spending time in the sun and having some light supper, Camille and I worked for a while on her closet. She is de-cluttering and getting things ready to give away or sell.
When I finally sat down to watch the game, my finger was hurting. I thought I needed some painkillers. To my surprise, I needed my splint!!! I looked at my hand and laughed, it had disappeared. Since I had not been out since we came back from the pool, we decided it had to be in the house. In between plays we all looked, everywhere. Even went through the rubbish, nothing. I knew I needed another one, so Frankie call the Baptist Urgent Care facility where they gave me the splint. He was told to go to a drugstore and get another one. He did at half-time. By then the Pats were winning 24-7.
He couldn’t find the same kind, but for now, I thought, it would do. My finger felt better. The Pats ended up winning 45-7…..a first class trouncing!! I went to sleep very happy, but my finger was not feeling that great.
We were convinced that the splint was somewhere around the house. Monday dawned on us and it was beautiful. Frankie and I went for a walk, Camille had to work. After my shower, we looked everywhere again. I took down things from my closet, cleaned Camille’s bedroom, swept under the beds, chairs, furniture. Nothing!!! The new splint wasn’t working, so off went Frankie again to get a different one. It feels better, but never the same; it’s bulkier and awkward. During the night it slipped off my finger and the pain woke me up. Other than that, it will have to do.
Almost a week has gone by and we haven’t found the darn thing. My house is so clean and organized, you would not believe it. My friends know I am not domesticated, so all this manual labor has taken its toll. I am exhausted. So last Tuesday, I took time for myself. I went out to lunch with a friend and walk back to my house. It was a beautiful, if cloudy day. Nothing of the splint, no idea where it went.
Strangest thing ever and it is driving me crazy. I have a doctor appointment next week to check on my finger, maybe get the right splint this time. In the meantime, I have to accept the fact that it will not be found, period. A real mystery.
P.D. Again, I believe anything can happen to me!!! Last Thursday, as I told you, I went to the doctor. My finger is slowly healing and I do not have to use that kind of splint anymore. I will be wearing a new design. It’s a small piece of plastic covered in adhesive tape. The finger was gently bent upwards and the tape wrapped around it to keep it in place. Four more weeks to go. Of course, Frankie was really happy, but asked what are we going to do with the one he bought. I had no answer other than we could keep it in our First Aid box, but there was more to come.
The mystery has been solved. Yes, one week to the day, Camille found the elusive splint attached to one of her skirts, in her closet. I went through that place several times, how did I miss it? and how did it leave my finger and got itself attached to the skirt? The Universe works in mysterious ways and may the Patriots win the Super Bowl…..after all the nonsense about the “deflated” footballs!!!